A/N: Hooray, my first fic :D Well, not my first, just the first I was willing to post. Haven't really ever had my writing judged by the public, so let's just rock and roll and see how it ends up.

Disclaimers: Rated M for Language and Sexual Content (at times)

I own nothing. NOTHING! (agitated cat noises) ...sorry about those, just slipped out. Now on with the show!

Oh, and just FYI, it's all in Carlos' POV… I think.

"stuff" = speech

'stuff' = thoughts (note the single quotes)

stuff = emphasis

stuff = dreams

Chapter I- Dreams of Desire

I was laying in a bed, with a warm body next to me, arms wrapped around me, holding me in its embrace. I felt cold metal on the ring finger of left hand and smiled. I rubbed my thumb over the inscription like I had so many times before, and I snuggled into his warmth. I loved Logan more than life, and I knew that I meant everything to him too. I remembered that every time my thumb touched that ring. I felt pure love fill me to the brim.

I awoke suddenly, body covered in sweat, face flushed and burning… kinda like one of those hot towel James' old butler had that one time. I had never had a dream quite that intense before in my life. The ring, the warmth, the fact that it was LOGAN? What could it all mean?

I looked off to my left, seeing Logan sleeping comfortably in his own bed against the opposite wall. He hadn't noticed my sudden awakening and just continued wandering happily through dreamland. I silently rose from my bed and started gathering the sheets that had somehow escaped my bed at some point during that vivid… whatever it was.

It almost felt real. I could remember all of the sights, sounds, textures, and feelings… Everything. Sitting down on my bed I felt the spot next to where I had been laying. Cold. So at least there wasn't really someone sleeping next to me.

I went on to inspect my hand; no inscription, no metal, no ring… however, when I ran my thumb over where the ring would've been, I felt a slight tug at my heartstrings coming from the direction of Logan's bed…

'Get a hold of yourself Carlos! It was just a dream, it wasn't real, so get over it and get back to sleep!' The tail end of the thought ran through my head a few more times.

Sleep sounded good. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Can't get enough of that sleep. Just gotta get some more of that there sleep… the word started to lose meaning as I repeated it in my head.

I took another long look over at Logan. He had a smile on his face.

'Probably dreaming about Camille…'

I shuddered at the name. Camille was nice, but when she got into a part she could be pretty intense. Doing things like forcing Logan into kisses, slapping each of them on an almost daily basis; not really someone you'd want to get on the bad side of or she'd go full out crazy on your ass.

I chuckled quietly as I remembered all the crazy misadventures that she, Logan, and I would go on while Kendall was with Jo and while James was too busy being James.

My mind drifted back to Logan as soon as I thought about him though. I took another tentative glance over at him. His eyes were open, albeit not very wide, but he was awake.

"Hey buddy," I whispered, the smirk on my face not visible but probably floating along with my words over to his side of the room. He smiled, parted his lips as if he was going to say something, clearly becoming more awake. But then he just closed them again, retracting whatever statement he was going to make and just going with a simple nod.

"Tired still?" I questioned, trying to get at least one word out of him before he went back to sawing logs. I frowned when all he did was nod his head again. I might want to try a question that isn't a plain "yes or no".

"Why is that?" I asked. No way he could just nod for this one.

But he did. His head tilted forward, then back, then forward again. He obviously wasn't really paying attention, floating somewhere between consciousness and the dream world.

I sighed softly, stood up and walked over to his bed. I picked up one of my hands and slowly placed it on his head, earning what sounded like a purr.

'How cute… wait, what? I didn't just think that!'

I looked down at the hand on his head and noticed that I was absentmindedly petting Logan's hair… and he was completely okay with it! Then again, he was floating somewhere up in the cosmos, so I guess he didn't know that anyone was petting him, let alone me of all people.

Noticing my hand still going, I tried to lift it up but as soon as I did so Logan grabbed the hand with his own and guided it back down.

'Never underestimate the power of a sleeping person… I think.' I didn't know what to do. If I stayed in this bed with Logan all night then it would be a really awkward wake up tomorrow morning. But on the other hand, he wouldn't let me leave.

I sighed, quite loudly this time in hopes of waking Logan and getting him to let me go, but it was to no avail. He didn't budge. I just gave in at that point, lying down next to him. I still held my hand on top of his head, patting his hair while slumber's embrace slowly overtook me.

I was back in the bed with Logan… a familiar feeling quickly took me over again. I was warm. I was in love. And I felt loved myself. I wrapped my arms around the body in front of me and pulled it in closer. I heard a soft, inviting chuckle and a nose nuzzle into my hair. I pulled my head closer to the bare chest in front of me, giving it a quick kiss and giggling before looking up into deep brown eyes full of want, care, and love.

A/N: Well, there it goes, first chapter of my first publish is up… nervousness! Oh wait, I'm not allowed to feel that until chapter 4… Oops again, spoiler (though not much of one).

I hope you guys like it, cause I took about half an hour of my AP Chemistry final time to type it all up. Then again, the final was optional AND no hurt anyways, so it doesn't really matter!

Please review; I need feedback since it's my first fic!

If you guys actually read the author's note all the way to here, I'm gonna congratulate you for it, bravo! Here's a cookie! (::)

Enjoy!