for logan

Every Friday Jack went to the ocean and brought in something for Bill. Every Friday. It was his routine. Even the oppressive heat wouldn't keep him from it.

It was just an added bonus that he had help. Oh, sure, he hadn't given Logan any advance warning, but then that would have ruined the fun. The guy had lost a bet. Being Jack's bitch for a day wasn't supposed to be a treat.

He showed up at Logan's hut well before the sun had come up. The night had been just as hot and sultry as the day, and Friday was shaping up to be the same. He walked in without knocking and stood at the edge of Logan's bed. He had loose shorts and a white tank undershirt and both were already clinging to his sweaty skin.

"Hey," he whispered. "Logan. Logan...wake up." When he didn't wake the guy, he repeated it, a little louder. Anything to keep from getting hit again. "Hey. Logan. Wake up. Time to make good on the bet. Get up."

He stood over him and waited.

This was going to be such a good day.