Warnings: Rated M for language and sexual themes/situations

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It's an interesting relationship that James and Logan have. They each live their lives messing with each other and getting on each other's nerves as friends do, but every once in a while, things switch up and move around to a beat that hasn't surfaced for a while. Something will spark in one of them and cause that boy to, for lack of a better word, become a tease. He'll flaunt the latest girl around and make extra sure to do it in front of the other, just for that fleeting look on the other boy's face.

Because, you see, Logan and James are both very much aware of that special unresolved thing between them. That thing that keeps the other boy in their mind much longer than any friend should be. They are aware of it, but can't exactly bring themselves to do anything about it. So instead, they somehow settle on making the other boy jealous. Maybe it's because they just want to be a tease. Or maybe their intent is to push the other far enough for him finally make a move and claim the other as his own.

And James, well, he's pretty much been a colossal jackass lately, knowing full well that Logan and Camille's on-again off-again relationship has pretty much fizzled out. He's taken that knowledge and twisted it around and used it rather callously against the shorter boy in ways that a best friend really shouldn't. Even if somewhere deep in their guts they know they aren't exactly just best friends.

Logan ignores it at first. Or at least he does his best to look away right as James makes a move with the new girl, or makes an exit just in time to miss James display his latest fling. He does a pretty good job with it too, if he may say so. And it all pretty much works in his favor until he walks into their apparently purposely unlocked bedroom to find James buried deep inside some nameless girl. And, yes, it makes his heart drop through the floor, but it wouldn't have been as bad if he hadn't made eye contact with those lusty hazel eyes right as a throaty moan fell out of parted lips.

Logan is sure to be out of there in fucking no time. In fact, he makes sure to do so in such a hurried manner that he ends up running straight into a passing-by Kendall. Said blonde attempts to make conversation over the shorter boy's frazzled appearance, but Logan can't push himself to speak. So instead he brushes past Kendall without a word and locks himself in the bathroom. His hands can't fumble against the shower handle fast enough.

And as the water falls against his heated body, he can't exactly figure out if he's so frustrated because he's fighting back tears, or if it's because his hand finds its way down between his legs and he's suddenly imagining that he's in that nameless girl's place.


Logan is an expert at giving the cold shoulder, and James is under his icy wrath for a couple days after the incident. The taller boy is more or less used to it, so it only affects him a little bit when they're sitting alone watching a movie one night and he attempts to start a wrestling match. Logan tenses up and leans away from his grabs, his eyebrows drawing together in an annoyed expression.

And James, being James of course, isn't ready to be ignored for this long without a fight, "Damn, Logan. Why don't you pull the stick out of your ass?" he comments pointedly.

This causes Logan to roll his eyes but not break his cold shoulder treatment.

James stares him down, apparently trying to analyze the boy in front of him and finally goes with a frustrated: "I don't get why you're being so grumpy."

That floats in the silence for a moment until Logan clears his throat and moves a little closer to James than necessary. When his eyes flicker up to his, he leans in temptingly and whispers, "You will," before pulling away and walking out of the room.


Not only is Logan an ice king, he also has the ability to hatch plans in his head that rival those of Kendall Schmidt, the shining schemer of Big Time Rush. At first he doesn't know how to go about his little plot. Should he go around asking people? Is this a Craiglist sort of affair? But then when that little spark in his brain flashes and he figures it out, he stupidly wonders how he couldn't have realized this at the very beginning.

His name is Craig. Craig Something-or-other…Logan has to admit that he doesn't actually know his last name. Regardless, Craig just happens to be in his chemistry class at Palmwoods High. And he also happens to be an actor. And he also happens to be kind of ridiculously hot. Like, the kind of hot that will have James fuming within seconds once he sees him on the arm of his little Logan Mitchell. Because neither of them had ever dared to bring around another guy.

And really, there would be no harm in asking and/or paying someone to pretend to be your gay lover, right? It's just acting practice for him. And James totally fucking deserves every second of it.

So that's the plan. The next day Logan breaks the rules and sits next to his target, his proposal low and hushed as a small smile plays on both of their lips. Craig is pretty much down to pretend fuck with every word that comes out of Logan's mouth. And of course the little sum of money that he offers may or may not help persuade him a bit. It all comes together.

And Logan smirks as he thinks of how James has absolutely no fucking idea how hard his world is going to turn within the next few days.


A night that James doesn't have a date is a rare one indeed. The world must want Logan to seek revenge, because one of those nights is happening right now, and who is Logan to disappoint the world?

So he gets ready, stationing himself in front of the bathroom mirror in a rather Diamond-esque fashion, taking his time…perfecting every inch of himself…making sure that James catches onto exactly how much effort it being put into someone else.

And James definitely notices. He sneaks in little glances, in fact, trying to discretely determine just what Logan is getting ready for and why it's so damn important that he needs to be in there for forty five minutes. Besides, meticulous care given to appearance is totally his thing. Somewhere back in the real world, Carlos is going on about something Carlos-y. And perhaps he should just forget about Logan for a minute.

"…-because like, you can't chew off that much without knowing you're gonna pass out," said Latino chuckles lightheartedly, "Ya know?"

But James only sort of half-hears him, and mumbles out an: "Mm hm."

This goes on for another ten minutes, Logan perfecting himself in plain sight as James mumbles out noncommittal answers to an obliviously cheerful Carlos. It's all sort of ridiculous, and Logan is thankful for Kendall's absence, as the leader of the group would no doubt point out the ridiculousness, therefore foiling his plan.

"…-just makes you wonder what people are thinking sometimes," Carlos apparently finishes off one of his stories with a smile and a shake of his head.

James is about to make a comment signaling that he's listening, but then Carlos looks up, a beaming smile stretching across his face.

"Wow, Logan," he says almost in awe as his friend appears behind James, "You look totally snazzy!"

"Why thank you," Logan answers back with a friendly wink and a snap of the fingers to boot, because yeah, he knows he looks fucking snazzy, thankyouverymuch.

And he doesn't even wait for James to turn around and look all lusty, eyes blown and mouth dropping when he sees him. He simply walks right past without a word and saunters over to the fridge, feeling the smoldering eyes against his tightly clothed backside as he does so.

Once he grabs a water bottle that he doesn't actually want, Logan saunters back toward their room, making sure not to allow any eye contact between himself and the slightly frustrated looking boy on the couch.

Their room is quiet and empty, and Logan takes the opportunity to readjust these absolutely suffocating skinny jeans that apparently wrap around him in all the right ways. He messes with the buttons on his dark grey vest too, doing his best to make sure they all line up and all that, and to be honest, he feels a little out of character. But that's not enough to stop him.

"So where're you going?" he hears the low voice behind him. And he doesn't even have to turn to know that James is slumped up against the door frame, arms crossed and eyes scrutinizing.

"Out," he answers shortly, busying his hands with folding discarded clothing on his bed.

"Where?" James asks again, the attempt to stay calm apparent in his voice.

But Logan just folds the corner of one of his shirts and plops it back onto the bed, "Dinner."

It's simple enough. And it fully answers the question that the taller boy asked, but apparently it's not all James wants, "With who?" he can hear the boy almost grit out, frustration seeming to take over.

"Why does it matter?" Logan replies casually.

And this makes James pause, the gears in his head nearly audible before he says: "It doesn't."

All discarded clothes now in a neat pile at the head of his bed, Logan takes a breath to steady himself and then turns, his eyes meeting James' for the first time that night as he says, "Then I guess it doesn't matter who I'm going to dinner with," with a small teasing smirk as he walks past him and out the door.

James doesn't move, his feet refusing to follow as he hears keys being picked up from the kitchen table and Carlos bidding Logan a good time.

He pretends not to hear Logan mutter "Don't wait up," before the front door clicks shut.