Um... yeah. So little story about this song. It was FIRST written about a snuggie. So naturally, it would be IMPOSSIBLE for Cheeky to hear something as cute as a SNUGGIE song and not jump on the idea. So hear I am! The lyrics are sort of touch and go, only because some of them would be just a bit TOO slashy, so don't take them TOO seriously...

I know, another song fic, but hey! CUTENESS! That's what it's all about in CheekyBrunette's House of Fun. (Oh dear... please don't call my profile that...)

BY THE WAY! I just got my eyebrows plucked... I feel so satisfied. I'm totally gonna put in extra work to look pretty tomorrow...

Oh, and thank my girl Sastiel for being a BOSS and picking Jagan for this. And if you don't know her, WHY NOT? Seriously, I'm pretty sure she gets favorite author award from me, as she's writing my favorite story. (It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To. Best. Story. Ever. It has that whole James vs. Kendall over Logan dynamic that I love so much I could cry...)

So here's "Hold Me" by Jamie Grace.

I've had a long day, I just wanna relax

Logan shrugged off his jacket on the way into 2J, a hand trying desperately to rub the exhaustion from his features. It had been a long day of grueling dance practice, hours of harmonies, and more backflips than had ever been deemed physically possible for a single human to pull off in one day. He was hot, he was sweaty, and he was tired. Logan didn't think it was possible for his eyelids to droop any further, but he had to stay awake. Homework didn't do itself, unfortunately.

The aspiring doctor headed straight for his desk, ignoring his friends behind him, and immediately bent down over the math homework he had to complete. Sadly, even numbers couldn't shake his mind off of the day he just had. He felt like his arms and legs were going to fall off and his brain was about to ooze out of his nose. All he wanted to do was flop back in his bed and sleep for a decent couple hours. Of course, that was never an option for him when he came home from rehearsals, no matter how bad he wanted it.

Don't have time for my friends, no time to chit chat

Logan nearly jumped out of his skin when Carlos through open the bedroom door. He pounced over to his side, eyes wide and hopeful. How he could have so much energy was beyond Logan. He was practically dead on his feet. "Hey, Logie! Wanna go swimming with me?" he asked, and deflated when Logan shook his head 'no.'

"Carlos, it's 8:02 on a school night. The pool is closed. Besides, I know you have about as much work due to Miss Collins as I do, and you should really get started on it." The shorter boy huffed in response and flopped into his desk chair beside Logan. He scrubbed at his eyes, and Logan noticed for the first time how sleepy he looked. Carlos begrudgingly whipped open his Algebra 2 packet and lazily scrawled out random numbers in the blanks. Logan couldn't help but roll his eyes and he picked up his reading book for all of two minutes before flipping though the rest of the pages and setting it down. Carlos tossed his stuff into his backpack, crumpling it in the process, and jumped in bed with shoes, sweat, and all. It wasn't long before snoring filled the room.

Problems at my job, wondering what to do

Logan sighed, wishing he could call it in like Carlos could. He hated being a perfectionist, especially during practice where, for him at least, practice didn't mean perfect. How was it that his friends could master a dance routine on the first go, and it took him at least twelve times to get half of it. He struggled to focus on the geometry in front of him, but he was so tired, the numbers looked like they were swimming on the page. Besides, he was more concerned about the fact that he couldn't get the steps for Blow Your Speakers. They weren't even sure if it was going to be on the album yet (how do these things get leaked?), but everyone at the studio was determined to have them learn the moves. He could ask the guys for help, and he wasn't above doing that, but the question was when? He was exhausted after rehearsals, and more dancing wasn't what he wanted to do on their days off. Ugh. Being famous was so hard...

His heart nearly stopped, when once again, the violent opening of the bedroom door scared the living daylights out of him. This time it was Kendall, who merely trudged through, bangs in his eyes, and a grumpy expression on his face after what was probably the end of another screaming match with Gustavo down at the studio. He fell onto his bed without a word, and it merely took a few minutes for a pair of snores resounded throughout the cramped bedroom.

I know I should be working, but I'm thinking of you

A thought dawned on Logan, and he looked up from his work to see if he had missed James coming in. He had been in the limo with them, and Logan couldn't help but giggle as he remembered their conversation about roosters. James could be so opinionated... he half thought it was hysterical, and half thought it was annoying. It depended on what they were talking about. James was the best of all the guys. He loved Carlos to bits and pieces and couldn't imagine not having him constantly around, and he and Kendall were tight, but James was his big brother. He was the guy he could always count on, no matter what, to pay attention and be there.

Of course, he wasn't there now, and Logan couldn't help but wonder where he had gotten off to. He tried to shake it off and focus on his work, but there was too much distracting him. He finished the rest half heartedly, and dug himself into his comforter, kicking off his shoes and clapping the lights off.

And just when I feel this crazy world is gonna bring me down

Logan groaned into his pillow. Every part of him was already sore from dancing. Stupid dancing... he wasn't any good at it. He knew he wasn't, but that didn't stop Mr. X and Gustavo from telling him at least three times each every day. Logan also knew that they were going to expect him to pull off a million tumbles the next day, and he wasn't sure if his back could take it. The brain of Big Time Rush had already done more than his fair share of handsprings and cartwheels, and his body could feel each and every one.

He was moaning when James walked into the room.

That's when your smile comes around

"I'm guessing you're every bit as sore as I am, huh?" he asked with a laugh. Logan turned to look at him and nodded, starting a bit when James jumped onto the bed next to him. The taller boy was smiling brilliantly at him, somehow happy despite the long, grueling day he was trying to escape from. He closed his eyes and felt an arm slink around him and James's hair, feathery against his forehead. He sighed.

"You're not letting me get to sleep right now, huh?" he asked, feeling defeated. James just laughed in response, still every bit as cheery as he was when he came in. Logan grinned despite himself and murmured, "Just give me a minute," wanting to soak in his bed for a couple more seconds before inevitably being dragged out of it. He had been waiting a long time for this moment, and he wasn't going to let it get snagged away without getting a proper amount of time to enjoy it first. He was in dire need of a decent eight hours of sleep, and it occurred to him that James didn't have any plans on letting him have that. Logan figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to soak in as much of the comfort his bed could offer as he could.

I love the way you hold me

The weight of James's arm on his back felt really good. The kid was hot, too, like a furnace, and the heat radiating from him was definitely welcome. The air conditioning in 2J was freezing, even to Minnesota standards, and their was a vent on the wall below Logan's bunk. The members of Big Time Rush were touchy; it wasn't a secret. Logan was more than welcoming to the warmth coming from pretty quarter of the band, and snuggled in closer.

Unfortunately, he was only cozy for what felt like a nanosecond before James was practically tearing his arm out of it's socket, pulling him out the door to who knows where. He stumbled along behind him, missing his bed, missing sleep, and missing that mushy, gushy, lovey feeling of being held. He groaned a bit, and James nudged him playfully. "Relax, you're gonna love where we're going!" he said animatedly, too awake for Logan's taste. Soon, he found himself pushed out into the fresh, and surprisingly chill, night air. He shuddered and once again found that arm of James's around him. He smiled at the welcome contact as they walked down the busy LA street.

In your arms I'll always be

"And where is that exactly?" Logan asked, feeling much more wakeful after being hit with brisk, fresh air. James didn't answer, but lead him further and further from the hotel, and deep into the twisted grid that was Los Angeles. It wasn't long before he was completely lost, but James seemed to have a great idea on where they were headed. The further they got, the more negatively Logan felt about being there with him. He started to become more and more nervous as the roads got dirtier and darker, wondering what sort of spot in this part of town would take them in at this time of night. James seemed to sense his uneasiness, and bent down so Logan could see the excited gleam in his eyes.

"Don't worry," he told him, trying to hide his enthusiasm, but failing miserably, "the best places are always buried in the worst parts of town." Despite being skeptic, Logan pushed himself closer against James, half because he was scared of being mugged and half because he wanted him to know he didn't have any plans on leaving.

Take each and everyday,

It was almost ridiculous about how often James did this to him. He frequently stole him away to do random stuff like whatever they were headed toward, and it was always Logan. Only Logan.

That wasn't that shocking though. If all four of them could only be considered "friends", than James and Logan were brothers. They were probably the tightest two in the band, and most people knew it. They did everything together. While it was more common to see Carlos and Logan together in a room or Kendall and James singing next to each other in the studio, it was truly James and Logan when you got down to it. They were the dictionary definition of best friends, and their daily escapades proved it.

Make it special in some way

Finally, a lone, flashing neon sign reading "diner" lit up the thin street they were walking down. A quick look to James's gleeful face proved that this was where they were headed, and Logan knit his eyebrows together. "You led me along all these blocks while I was completely exhausted for a run down diner in the middle of no where? What, do they have the best cake in town?" he asked sarcastically. He knew whatever James had in store was probably awesome, but this seemed pretty ridiculous.

"Nope, best pie!" Before Logan could even process what James had said, he was pushed through the shabby building's door and into a barstool. "Two of the regulars, Marge!" he called the an over-tired lady at the register. Her face brightened when she saw it was James, and quickly rushed to the kitchen, returning moments later with two pieces of cherry pie, piled high with ice cream. James was practically hopping in his seat as he waited for Logan to try his first bite. He picked up his fork tentatively and crammed a spoonful into his mouth. The second he did, he almost gagged.

Best. Pie. Ever.

I love you more than the words of my brain can express

Looking back, Logan couldn't think of a single reason to doubt James on a matter of pie. He liked two things in this world, and that was one of them. Singing was the other, but both of those things didn't really matter. Logan couldn't figure out a reason to doubt James on anything, let alone finding the best desert in North America with the known borders. James was... James. There weren't words for him. He was Logan's big brother, and he trusted him more than anything.

Logan's mind was complicated. James's was simple. There was something in between the lines there that helped them build the ground on which they stood. He was his protector, and his confident. Logan might be a million things for James, but nothing could compare to how much he needed him. James was definitely James, and Logan needed him more than his next breath.

I can't imagine even loving you less

It was ridiculous for him to even contemplate life without James. It would be like a rainbow in black and white, a clock face without hands, or a candle without its wick. You can't take away the meaning of something and still call it by the same name, and that concept worked quite literally for Logan. No James meant no Mrs. Diamond, which meant no new nickname, and he'd be stuck with Hortence Mitchell for life. Logan shuddered at just the thought of it. No, life without James was completely unthinkable.

Life without any of the guys was unthinkable. He'd be lost without Carlos with him all the time, and also probably extremely boring with no one to have ever really pushed him into being fun. Also, not having Kendall with him would be torture. The older boy was always able to handle the big stuff for him when he got to stressed. He could dump anything on him, and the blonde would handle it. Logan simply couldn't picture not having his best friends by his side all the time.

You took my day and you flipped it around

He was still picking at his crust, when he felt something cold and wet drip onto his nose. He crossed his eyes to find James drawing on him with a finger coated in melted ice cream. It wasn't long before Logan started drawing on him too, both of them becoming so focused, they didn't feel what the other was drawing. Logan focused on transforming James into a dog, tongue hanging out and all. When he was done, he checked in the back of his spoon to discover himself a clown.

Soon, they were both crying laughing as napkins hanging off their sticky faces after a futile attempt to clean themselves off. Marge was about to start rolling on the floor as she wiped them down with a not-disgusting rag, probably the only one in the place. They waved good bye and tipped her generously. Any woman who would scrub their faces like that deserved at least ten dollars, even if their food was only three.

Calmed the tidal wave and put my feet on the ground

Logan was feeling considerably better by the time they reached the Palm Woods. Whether it was the sugar coursing through him or the long walk, he was feeling energized enough to play the most epic two-player game of hide and seek ever in the Palm Woods park. One of the reasons Logan loved hanging out with James so much was that he always seemed to make all the bad stuff go away. After just a few hours of hanging with him, Logan didn't even notice his aching limbs. He just magically made everything better and got him settled. It was the best feeling in the world.

And just when I think I'm 'bout to figure you out

Hide and seek eventually turned to just running around and doing ninja rolls like it always did whenever any of the four of them played. Suddenly, when Logan thought he was about to get tackled, James caught him around the middle and had him lay down, sitting back on the grass next to him. He started pulling up the blades and piling them up on Logan's face. He looked at him, annoyed, but James just hummed in acknowledgment.

"We're going to be famous one day," he said quietly, anything louder than a whisper sounding too loud in the night, despite all the city sounds. Logan nodded, a bit confused and shaking the grass off of his face. James just laughed and helped him pick them out of his hair, always a top priority with James. "I mean, we've already got one album out, but soon, they'll be all kinds of people thinking about us all the time. There'll be psych students, and boxers, and writers... but not a lot of people are thinking about us yet," he said with a frown.

You make me wanna sing and shout

Logan mirrored him and responded, "So long as us four are thinking about each other, right?" he asked, feeling uncertain, a unfamiliar emotion when he was with James, "Isn't that all that matters?" James seemed to consider this heavily before his face brightened.

"Yeah, Loges! You're totally right!" Logan breathed out a puff of irritation. That kid was more bipolar than Carlos on a bad day. Before he could let himself get annoyed, he let his eyes flicker to the big black sky. That was the problem with living in a city. You couldn't see the stars. Just this big, lonely, black slate above. He got a chill as he felt James's stupid arm wrap around him again.

I love the way you hold me

He was pulled in closer, James's heat warming every part of him, from his neck to his toes. Logan found himself being lulled into sleep and didn't mind it happening. The guys had loved sleeping outside in Minnesota, and just because he could only see the moon hanging above, it didn't mean he didn't like it any less. So long as James was there to keep him safe, Logan could fall asleep anywhere. Sometimes Logan just needed protection, and James constantly offered him that. There was a reason they were so close, and that was a big part of it. The other part? He loved the way James held him.

I'm so grateful and thankful for all you've done

He's the best... Logan thought lazily as his eyes drifted closed. "No, you are," James said with a little shake to his shoulder, and Logan realized he must have been thinking out loud. He batted at the taller boy's chest, obviously gesturing for him to shut up. He was trying to get to sleep after all. His head fitted itself into the crook of his neck and started snoring.

Wish I could tell you in a short story or poem

Logan wished he could even begin to thank him for all he did, but that would be impossible. Try as he may, he couldn't even come close to comparing to the lengths James went through for him. Heck, he let himself get pumbled by security guards just so James could get a date to the prom, and he still felt inferior to him friendship wise. He hated how it seemed so one sided to him, but Logan didn't have any plans on going anywhere. He'd just have to tell him thank you in the only ways he could.

But all I have is my voice and this guitar

In the studio, Logan always sent his words toward James, doing his best to show him how much he cared. When the tune to Blow Your Speakers filled his ears, and he did his best job to sing it right so James's dreams could come true. If rocking a mike was the only way he could thank James, then he was going to do it to the best of his ability.

And you have my heart

Logan didn't care about the world around him, minus the lives of the people close to him, but even their relationships bowed to the one he had with James. They were honest best friends for life.

In the morning, Logan woke up with that God forsaken arm around him, surrounded by joggers and kids playing frisbee before work. He turned to look at James who was still sleeping, and then struggled to get out of his iron grip. When he realized there was no chance of that, Logan didn't really mind.

I love the way you hold me!

Don't be so surprised... they're snuggly boys... that's all... Also, apparently in my mind, all of them snore... which is weird, cause normally I only think of Kendall as a snorer...

Literally, this refused to be written. It kept deleting itself. I NEARLY THROUGH MY COMPUTER OUT THE WINDOW!

This one cost be blood, sweat and tears, so please review if you don't mind!