unconventional relaxation methods to use with your almost lover friend

by Anonymous

Summary:

Taylor and Logan have a very strong bond so strong that they agree to do certain favors for each other.
oh and tylert is always close to discovering what it's about without meaning to

Notes:

I know this is weird but this couple needs more attention.

Chapter 1: Bus

He didn’t know how they had ended up like this. Logan just wanted to sneak away from the group for a while, find a quiet corner in that damned dimension, and try to sleep… or cry a little, whichever came first. He was exhausted, overwhelmed by the noise, the pressure to be useful, the danger constantly looming over his life.

But now he was here, with Taylor on his lap, kissing like their lives depended on it.

Their breaths tangled in a messy, warm, wet dance. Lips meeting over and over, searching with hunger, trailing down necks, jaws, the edges of a shirt. He had no idea how it had started. Or maybe he did… but he refused to think about that now. The only thing that mattered was how the present devoured him more than any thought ever could.

Taylor’s fingers were undoing the zipper of his pants with such skill it left him stunned. He hadn’t imagined anything like this when he slipped away. The heat building between their bodies was already hard to ignore, and the growing pressure under his clothes was becoming unbearable.

A jolt of electricity ran down his spine when he felt her hand brush against him with a slow but steady rhythm. She squeezed playfully now and then, and that drew a low grunt from him. She laughed, just a soft breath against his ear, and he knew she was studying every one of his reactions with almost scientific precision.

His boxers were tight in the worst way. He could feel the fabric stretch over his erection, and impatience was eating him alive. Taylor knew it, of course she did. She broke the kiss just enough to speak with that sweet voice that clashed beautifully with the scene.

“Be a good boy and stay still, okay?”

She gave his cheek a gentle pat, and Logan, breathing heavily, could only nod. His body obeyed before his brain could catch up. Taylor settled between his legs, quite a feat given how cramped the seat was. He was up against the window, near the back of the rusted bus, surrounded by dust and solitude. He bent his knees to give her space, as if that would be enough for what they were about to do.

He felt her thumbs at his waist, hooking both pants and boxers in one motion. Taylor looked up at him with a sly smile and tilted her head.

“Can you lift your butt a little? Haha…”

He did it without thinking. As the clothes slid down his thighs, the cool air hit his skin and his cock finally sprang free—hard and trembling. A deep flush spread across his face. Shame hit him late, but it hit him. He covered his face with his hands, burning with embarrassment.

“Aww, Logan… you’re pink,” Taylor teased, amused.

He wanted to die.

The next thing he felt was her breath, warm and damp, right on his cock. Her fingers closed around the base and began to pump firmly while her tongue slowly traced over the tip, drawing soft, inquisitive lines.

Logan leaned back, trembling. Every touch sparked directly through his nerves, and she knew it. Taylor watched him with a mix of amusement and desire, fully absorbed in every change in his breathing, every twitch of his legs, every time he bit his tongue to keep quiet.

Her thumb found the tip, now slick with precum, and circled it. Logan swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling erratically. He didn’t want to make a sound, didn’t want to be caught, but Taylor took him into her mouth without warning, and her tongue wrapped around him completely.

She slid her tongue along the underside, then back up to the tip, building a slow, deep, deliberate rhythm. Logan felt the world narrow down to her lips. Biting his tongue, he tried to stay composed, but each new suck made his hips jerk reflexively.

Taylor was fascinated. She never imagined she’d see Logan like this: sweaty, shaking, glasses askew on his nose while he gripped the seat with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. His face, red all the way to his ears, tensed and relaxed with every move she made. He was beautiful.

And all hers.

The bus creaked faintly beneath them, the muffled echo of an old structure, as if the place itself was sharing their secret. The windows were grimy, scratched from years of wear, but still let in the light.

Taylor radiated satisfaction at his reactions. She'd never imagined Logan in such a state, but now he's before her, at her mercy. Her eyes take a moment to appreciate the scene: his delicate face covered in a thin layer of warm sweat and a deep blush that reaches his ears, his eyes trying to hold her gaze but closing or trembling from the constant stimulation, and his glasses perched on the tip of his nose, threatening to slip off. Her right hand covers his mouth, making sure no loud moans escape, while her left hand remains gripped on the back of the seat, digging her nails into it as if everything depended on it, and his chest rising and falling rapidly thanks to his uneven breathing. All framed by the flat, intense red sky that dominated the world around them. Simply wonderful. Warm and wonderful.

Now she slides her other hand down to massage his testicles. Logan feels himself melting and shifts his support from his back to Taylor's head, while he picks up some of her hair and closes his eyes again in ecstasy.

Logan could barely think. Every word from her, every move of her lips on his skin, left him floating, detached from the world that wanted to destroy them both. His knees shook. He bit his lip so hard he feared he’d bleed, but he couldn’t stop. The intensity was too much.

Taylor played with her tongue at the base, slowly rising, then wrapped her lips around him again, sucking hard enough to make a wet, muffled sound that made Logan arch. The pleasure stabbed deep into his core, like his body couldn’t take it.

He wanted to warn her he was close, that if she kept going...

“Tay... Taylor, I…”

“Logan, you there?” a male voice called from the front of the bus.

Tyler.

“Shit,” he thought. If they got caught like this, Tyler would throw him to the first Phantom they saw.

“Y-yeah! I was just trying to get some sleep, everyone on the bus was being too loud,” he managed to say, trying to steady his breathing. He locked eyes with Taylor, her mouth still on him, but she froze in place.

“Is Taylor with you?” the question hit like ice as he tried to sit up straighter.

“No! I mean… uh, wasn’t she with you? Before I left…” his brain raced a mile a minute. Excuses, lies, anything to save them.

“Yeah, but she got worried about you and went looking for you like 30 minutes ago,” he replied, his usual annoyance clear.

“Uh… maybe she came back. When did you leave? I haven’t seen her,” Logan prayed that would work.

“Alright then, I’ll go check if she’s there. Don’t sleep too long, nerd,” and with that, Tyler turned to leave.

An eternal pause followed, both of them frozen as they listened to Tyler’s heavy footsteps move away—saved, by some miracle, knowing how intense Tyler could be.

But Taylor barely seemed to care once he was gone.

She looked up at him, still going, and that was his undoing. Her hand gripped the base tightly just as the suction deepened and her cheeks hollowed against his skin. It was like the world cracked open.

Taylor shoves his cock all the way back in. She continues thrusting into him hard, but it's deeper than before, and he feels the knots of his climax about to unravel. His hand tightens in her hair and he grimaces, trying to contain the moan building in his chest, but he can't and ends up cursing.

"Fuck... Taylor!" he nearly moans. She decides to start caressing his lower abdomen, caresses that make him squirm and struggle to stay still. It only takes a few more thrusts for Taylor to take him down as far as he can go, and he cums with his head thrown back, his mouth open in a long moan.

Logan moaned softly, shaking violently. His body convulsed in long, chaotic spasms. The release was so intense his legs went numb. He squeezed his eyes shut as everything around him turned white.

Taylor held him through it all, never pulling away, never slowing down, drinking in every reaction like it was the sweetest thing in the world. Only when he was completely spent did she let go, kissing the tip gently

Logan collapsed against the seat, gasping, head tilted back, chest heaving, his glasses barely hanging on. His hair was a mess and his knuckles white from gripping the seat so tightly.believing that they were already finished

Taylor didn't seem to care, she continued pumping on his now sensitive penis, Logan was writhing violently between curses, panting uncontrollably, trying loudly to breathe normally, trying. He hadn't had time to recover from the previous orgasm when the need to release another began to pang in his belly. "Taylor-r," he said. "Ah! Please!" “Oh-Oh god..~
She just looked at him, maintaining the pressure and the constant, fast rhythm, without stopping.
She wanted to destroy him.
And she did. Logan didn't take long to cum again, maybe not as much as before, but he definitely felt it a lot more, so much so that he could see small tears trying to form in his intense blue eyes. But his moan was definitely the loudest, even pathetically trying to cover it with his hand, biting his own fingers, hoping no one would hear him like that.
The brunette, on the other hand, after pulling away, licked her semen-stained hand, looking into his eyes.
He was somewhat disoriented, but the next thing he knew

Taylor leaned over him, chuckling softly.

“You okay?”

He barely nodded, still breathless.

“I think… I think I died a little,” he murmured.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Taylor sat next to him like someone who had just finished adjusting a car engine. Only this time, she had left someone completely disassembled. She fixed her clothes, ran her fingers through her hair with a mischievous smile.

Logan was just starting to regain control over his limbs when she leaned in close to his ear and whispered:

“You owe me one.”

He turned to her, startled, and saw her wink before walking off toward the front of the bus like nothing had happened.

Outside, the sky still burned crimson, and Logan, heart racing, knew he was in way deeper than he ever expected.

Chapter 2: garage

Summary:

He had to pay what he owed

Notes:

I had trouble translating this. Please notify me if there are any continuity or spelling errors.

A month had passed since that day on the bus, and yet Logan still flinched at the memory. Sometimes while watering the plants at the flower shop, other times while trying to concentrate on astronomy club. But more often, at night, when the image of Taylor kneeling before him returned so strongly that he was forced to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud.
Since then, they hadn't spoken about it. Not directly. Much less with the group around. But the messages between them had become more frequent, longer... more charged. Until that afternoon, a short one made him shiver:
"You owe me one. My house. Now."

The Hernandez garage was spacious, roofed with metal plates, and the distinctive smell of oil and burnt rubber lingering on his clothes. Logan walked through the gate with his hands in his jacket pockets, his heart racing. He was wearing a light gray sweater, slightly baggy at the shoulders, and dress pants that didn't entirely hide his nervousness. Even her Converse were somewhat untied from her haste.
He found her on her back, crouched over a toolbox. Her tank top was black, old, and tight, riding up just enough on her lower back to reveal a small patch of brown skin. Her navy blue overalls hung loose, the straps drooping at the sides of her waist, revealing her hips, swathed in denim shorts that barely survived gravity.
Taylor turned when he heard the door close behind him. Her eyes shone mischievously, and her grease-stained cheeks stood out as if she'd put on makeup just for him.
"You're late, astronomer," he said, crossing his arms under his chest, which stood out against the thin fabric of his tight T-shirt.
Logan swallowed. He felt all the heat in his body gathering beneath his clothes.
"Y-your message was somewhat... direct."
Taylor smiled, walking toward him with slow, steady steps.
"And that's why you ran?"
She said as she turned around.
Taylor stopped next to a metal structure and nodded for him to come closer. Logan obeyed wordlessly, looking more closely at the car resting in the center of the garage. It was an older model, one that only an enthusiast like her would have the time and patience to revive.
"This is the one that 'culprit' kept me here all week," she commented, placing a hand on the hood and stroking it with her palm as if it were a living creature. "2.0L engine, rotten suspension, transmission with the soul of a grandfather." But look at him...' She turned to him with a half smile. 'Doesn't he have a certain charm?'
Logan tried to follow the conversation, though he found it hard to keep his eyes on the car. Taylor's overalls shifted slightly every time she moved, revealing the curve of her back, or the beginning of her waist.
'Y-yeah, he definitely has... presence,' she replied, scratching the back of her neck.
Taylor chuckled and turned to him. She walked back to the car and, without warning, jumped onto the hood, sitting with her legs slightly spread. From that position, her shorts barely covered the bare essentials, and her T-shirt clung even more to her slightly sweaty skin.
'This is where I want to give you the tour,' she said, winking at him. 'Not the engine, of course... although, if you want to pretend we're learning something, I don't mind.'
Logan let out a nervous laugh. He took a step closer, and it was she who lowered a hand to his wrist, gently guiding him between her legs.
"Easy. Let's take it one step at a time. I haven't forgotten that you owe me one."
Her fingers brushed the back of his hand as she spoke. Logan felt his pulse quicken. The rough fabric of her shorts contrasted with the softness of her inner thigh, and when Taylor spoke again, it was in a lower, almost intimate tone.

"Do you want me to show you how the ignition system works?" Logan swallowed and nodded, though he wasn't sure what he'd just agreed to. Taylor had already let go of his wrist, but his presence between her legs was an invitation that needed no further words. Carefully, he placed his hands on the hood on either side of her thighs, leaning slightly toward her.
"First, you have to know that if you don't warm up the system properly, you can force it... and it'll be ruined," she said with a crooked smile. "It's all about sensitivity, you know?" Touching the right parts with the right pressure.
As she spoke, her fingers slid slowly up her own thigh, up over her shorts. Logan looked down helplessly. Her rolled-up shirt revealed part of her abdomen, stained with engine grease, which, for some reason, excited him even more.
"Do you want to try it?" he asked softly.
Logan raised a trembling hand and placed it on her thigh, mimicking the path she'd made with his. Taylor closed her eyes for a moment and sighed approvingly.
"That's it... slowly. It's not about reaching the end, it's about enjoying the journey."
His words were warm, but her body was beginning to tense under his touch. Logan, encouraged by her reaction, slid his fingers to the junction of her legs, barely brushing the edge of her shorts. She didn't stop him. In fact, she opened her legs a little wider, positioning herself more comfortably on the hood.
"You're getting good at this..." she whispered.
And as Logan explored, she leaned closer to his ear.
"The clutch isn't the only thing that needs smoothness... it's also about knowing when to squeeze." Logan swallowed. He could feel the pressure of anticipation on her shoulders, but this time he didn't want to let his nerves consume him. He wanted to please her. He wanted to see her lose control like he had that time on the bus.
"So... how will I know I'm doing it right?" he murmured, with a crooked smile, still shy, but with a new sparkle in his eyes.
Taylor narrowed hers, amused.
"You'll know," she replied, biting her lower lip.
Without further ado, Logan let his hands explore beyond the hem of her shorts, slowly sliding his fingers along the inside of her thighs. Her skin was warm, with traces of dust and oil that didn't bother him at all. On the contrary, everything about her attracted him. He leaned in a little closer and kissed a soft line from the inside of her knee to the junction of her legs.
Logan turned to her again, leaning in close to her face so he could brush his lips against hers, "May I?" The question was quickly answered when their lips met Hungry for him, they began with soft, wet kisses, just to warm up, gradually as the heat and tension increased, the back and forth of their lips grew more charged and more eager.
The heat in Taylor only seemed to increase when her tongue met Logan's, unleashing a war between them, moving and meeting again and again. Logan knew he had work to do so he began exploring the brunette's body, moving along her waist while skillfully descending to caress her thighs again, receiving a sigh of approval from Taylor, but he would have to make her wait a moment for that, they were just getting started. He moved his hands to her waist, sliding them inside her tight T-shirt. Taylor felt it and let herself be carried away by the circular rubbing he made with the pads of his fingers all over her back until she felt him reach her bra. She was prepared with the thought of having to unhook it herself, but she was interrupted by Logan's agile hands unhooking the straps on the sides and back, removing it with a speed that left her a little stunned. "Fuck, since when do you know how to do that?" She said, trying to make it sound like a joke, but her question died unanswered when she felt the latter lift her shirt to expose her breasts. She didn't have time to utter more than a small gasp as Logan's hands began to knead her wrists, trying to be gentle, when suddenly she felt the light pinching of her nipples. God, the pleasant sensation was going to drive her crazy. Simultaneously, Logan had separated from her lips to attack her neck and collarbones, devouring all the exposed skin he could find as if he had all the time in the fucking world. Impatient with his partner, who really wanted his next stop to be her breasts, which needed more special attention than a few light caresses, almost as if he had read her mind, Logan finally deigned to move down to her breast, planting soft kisses on each one and then using his tongue to give a quick lick over her already erect nipple.
"Aah... shit..." He gasped, relaxing against the hood.
Encouraged by her reaction, he moved to the other breast, using his tongue to rotate her nipple in delicious circular shapes, always aware of the other breast, pinching and rotating it with his alls.
He let Taylor's soft moans fill the garage.
Deciding to increase the pace, Logan ended up taking the entire nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking alternately.
She She realized he was sliding his free hand between her thighs and squeezing her most intimate area.
Taylor let out a sigh that encouraged him to continue.
His fingers moved up to find the dampness barely contained by her underwear. He touched her with his fingertips first, gauging her reactions, and then more firmly, pressing right where he felt her tremble. Taylor chuckled and leaned a little further against the car's windshield.
"You're doing better than I thought, astronaut."
"I want to... do it right," he admitted, kneeling between her legs and slowly pulling down her shorts and underwear all at once. Taylor lifted her hips to make his job easier, still staring at him, her breathing a bit labored at this point. Logan watched her for a few seconds. Her gaze, her open thighs, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. She was beautiful. He had no other words.
He leaned in and began to kiss her slowly, working his way between her folds with a tongue that was clumsy at first, but curious. Taylor tensed at the feeling, letting out a deeper sigh. Logan's hands gripped her hips to keep her in place, then moved up to gently caress her lower abdomen, repeating his movements from that time, searching for the areas where she responded most.
His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path from below to her clit, where he paused and circled it intently, using the tip of his tongue to make circular, then curved motions, testing each rhythm.
"L-Logan..." Taylor gasped, surprised by how steady he was.
He, without moving away, murmured against her skin,
"Lead me..."
She didn't respond with words, but wove her fingers into his hair and began to set the rhythm with gentle tugs. Logan adapted to her rhythm, learning from every moan, every spasm of her legs, every ragged sigh.
Then, still using his tongue, he moved a hand between her legs and carefully inserted a finger. Taylor let out a higher-pitched moan and arched off the hood. Logan watched her from below, fascinated by the way she reacted.
Patiently, he added a second finger and moved them in a slow but firm rhythm, curling them inside her.And when his lips returned to her clitoris, he did so more confidently, with hunger. Taylor felt it and lost herself in the sensations, her head thrown back, her fingers tense in his hair, and her chest heaving.
The heat in the garage came not only from the midday sun, but also from the tension building between them. Logan's face was slightly damp, between the heat and his nerves, but he didn't stop. He wanted her to feel every detail, every caress, every attempt by him to return everything she'd made him feel.
Taylor panted heavily, her back arched over the hood of the car as he licked devotedly between her legs. One of his hands gripped the edges of the metal, the other in Logan's hair.
"L-Logan..." she moaned, unable to stop herself.
He looked up for a second, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Shh... Taylor, not so loud." Tyler could hear you…
She let out a stifled chuckle, her chest still heaving.
"Relax… He went grocery shopping with Mom. We have time."
"Still… I don't want him to hear us like this," he murmured against her skin before refocusing.
She bit her lower lip, trying to remain silent as he curled his fingers inside her with careful, precise movements. Logan was beginning to read her reactions, anticipating when
to press a little harder, when to slide in slowly, or when to move more firmly.
Taylor shuddered beneath his touch, trembling, holding back her moans as best she could. But it was difficult… even more so when he began to suck harder on her clit while his fingers pumped in a steady, deep rhythm, searching her inner walls for the exact right spot.
A gasp escaped her, sharper than the last.
And just at that moment, they heard a soft knock against the garage door.
"Taylor? Are you there?" Tyler's voice froze them all.
Taylor bolted upright, stifling a curse. Logan moved away quickly, still kneeling on the floor, his hands stained with moisture. He froze as they heard Tyler's footsteps getting closer to the door.
"I thought I heard... a moan?" Taylor desperately searched for an excuse.
Taylor jumped up and, with quick movements, pulled up his underwear, pulled up his overalls, and pulled down his shirt. His hair was a mess, his breathing still not fully regulated, but he didn't have time. Logan sat up too, hastily wiping his hands on his sweater as he slid to the side of the garage, hiding among a pile of boxes of engine parts.
"Stay there," Taylor whispered in a barely audible voice, putting a hand to his chest. He walked to the door and opened it suddenly, feigning surprise.
"Oh! Tyler... what are you doing here?" Her brother raised an eyebrow, inspecting her sweaty, slightly flushed face.
"I was just passing by, and... I thought I heard a scream or something. Are you okay?"
Taylor let out a forced laugh, rubbing her elbow with a grimace.
"Yeah, yeah. I hit myself with a damn wrench. I was trying to adjust the Civic's fan belt, and the thing fell on me. I screamed like an idiot."
"Tsk... are you with that rusty piece of junk again?"
"It's a classic being restored!" she replied with a proud smile. "Now go before you make me lose focus, okay?"
Tyler looked at her for a few more seconds, scrutinizing suspiciously... but in the end, he just snorted.
"Okay. Mom told me to drop this off." He pulled a bag of bread from his coat pocket and handed it to her. "Don't take long, we'll have lunch in a bit."
"Copy that, Ty!" "She replied with a mocking nod as she closed the door in his face.
Only when the sound of his footsteps faded did she release the breath she hadn't known she was holding. She turned to Logan, who was still hiding, looking scared.
"You could have been quieter," he said, shaking his head with a lopsided smile.
"You were the one who moaned..."
"Yes, and you made me do it," she retorted as she approached him again, a mischievous look in her eyes. "But we're not done. You're not done with me yet."
Taylor approached again, this time more slowly, almost feline in her movements. She circled Logan, guiding him back to the hood of the car, glancing at him as she repositioned herself. Once again, she leaned against him.
"Where we left off..." she said, but Logan swallowed. Young Fields had other intentions, and he approached with a mixture of desire and care. His fingers slid around her waist, supporting her and guiding her to turn onto the hood with her back to him. This time, he pushed the fabric down more decisively, exposing warm, soft skin. He leaned down and kissed her lower back, moving in a slow line of wet kisses to the clasp of her bra, which still hung undone from the previous encounter.
"May I?" he asked in a whisper, brushing his lips against her skin.
Taylor nodded with a simple "hm," her breath coming in short gasps.Logan released it and slid it out of the way, then lowered himself again, this time focusing on the small of her back, going even lower. His firm hands made their way between her legs, positioning her gently as he kissed her right where her thighs began. Taylor let out a low moan, biting her lip.
He began to explore her with his fingers slowly from behind, stroking patiently, paying attention to her every reaction. And as she gripped the edge of the car, her knuckles white, he lowered himself once more, this time letting his tongue take over.
Taylor arched involuntarily, letting out a strangled breath that was quickly suppressed by her own fist.
"Logan..." she moaned in a whisper. "Don't stop."
Logan didn't respond, but his tongue did. He was methodical and gentle, using the tip to draw slow circles, sliding his fingers to open up space and maintain control of the pace. Taylor pressed her forehead against his forearm, her eyes closed tightly. The cold of the metal beneath her torso contrasted sharply with the wet, shivering heat Logan was fanning between her legs.
Every movement sent small shocks down her spine, making her arch with a quiet moan, the kind of sound that escapes her when pleasure is so strong it turns into need.
"Fuck..." she whispered, gripping the edge of the hood tighter. Logan heard her, and the way his tongue curled made it clear: he was proud to provoke that.
But he didn't stop. The tips of his fingers began to move as well, precisely stroking the exact spot between the folds of her desire, first with barely perceptible brushes and then with more pressure. His tongue moved with a rhythm she hadn't expected, varying between gentle circles and firm flicks, knowing exactly when to change. Taylor's head fell forward. Sweat pooled on the back of her neck, and her legs trembled slightly as she struggled to keep them open. The contrast between the cold air and the burning heat of her most intimate areas made her feel pleasantly dizzy.
"That's... yeah..." she gasped. "Right there..."Logan inserted two fingers, continuing to use his tongue, varying between tongue-fucking her and then pushing his fingers inside her, curling them with that technique he'd learned. Taylor bit her lip hard, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more, begging for more.
"Don't... stop, Logan," she begged, her voice shaking as if she didn't know whether to cry or come.
And he didn't. With every movement, with every brush of his tongue and fingers, he was taking her to the edge. Taylor felt heat building in her belly, tight, twisting. Her whole body was already shaking, and the tension was impossible to escape.
"I'm... I'm going to come..." she whispered, barely audible.
And Logan held her with a firm hand on her hip, while his fingers inside her moved faster, his tongue reinforcing the pressure.
It was like an electric shock. Taylor arched violently, her orgasm running down her spine like a white-hot wave. She let out a low, deep moan, one she tried to stifle by pressing her lips against his arm, but it escaped in the form of ragged breaths and a final gasp of relief.
She remained that way for a few seconds, still trembling, as Logan slowly sat up, placing soft kisses along her back. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his chest to hers.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a murmur, kissing her neck.
Taylor smiled, still breathless, and let her weight fall against him.
Logan let the silence fill the garage for a moment, just the sound of her breathing mingling with Taylor's. He said nothing, just stroked his fingers along her back, tracing invisible lines over her skin.
Taylor sighed and turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder.
"Are we even?" He asked.
"Absolutely," Taylor replied.
Both of them snorted in laughter.
"Wait," he said, searching for something in his back pocket.
Soon, the cold sensation of a damp cloth gently wiping her pussy, removing all the moisture and fluids left behind after her orgasm.
"Ready."
Taylor let out a small sigh before carefully sliding off the hood. She bent down to pick up her shirt, shook it out a bit, and casually smoothed it over her neck and breasts before putting it back on. Logan, still red-cheeked and hair a mess, watched her silently, as if he didn't want the moment to end so soon.
"Are you going to say something, or are you just going to keep staring at me like a pervert?" she teased, pulling her overalls back up.
Logan looked away, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
Taylor chuckled as she gathered a couple of loose tools from the workbench. She raised her hand in a shy goodbye and left the garage, closing the sliding door behind her.
Outside, Tyler was leaning against the garage door frame, phone in one hand, his face annoyed. He was talking to someone on the other end of his phone—probably Aiden, judging by the way he was frowning—but his attention was diverted for a second when he saw Logan hurry out, almost tripping over a box of spare parts.
"Wasn't that Fields?" he asked through the phone's mouthpiece.
"What? Why is he at your house?" Aiden's voice answered, muffled through the speaker.
Tyler narrowed his eyes as he watched Logan walk away without even looking back.
"Since when does Logan know about cars?" he muttered, more to himself, slowly lowering his phone.
From inside the garage, Taylor was whistling casually as she arranged a wrench on the workbench, as if nothing were out of place.

Notes:

I don't know whether to set the third episode in the astronomy classroom or after the end of season 2.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Taygan the sweet and tender pair