I just love this pairing, they'd be so cute together! It's another Jagan, I have one more, so far. Please read, review, and enjoy!

Logan tried to focus on homework, or the T.V., or just about anything, but it wasn't working.

Because James was crashed on the floor, lying facedown and snoring softly. His shirt had slid halfway up his back, and his jeans had slid a little down, revealing the top of his ass.

And he was fucking beautiful. Logan couldn't avert his eyes. Even knowing that if anyone walked in, they'd see him staring at James' ass.

But Logan was feeling a little risky. More than a little, actually. He checked the door to see if it was locked, then knelt over, hovering above James. He slowly leaned down, then dragged his tongue along James waist.

He quickly pulled away to see if James was still sleeping. Thankfully, he was. Logan pulled James' pants far enough down that his entire ass was exposed. He stuck his tongue out and ran it up his ass.

Logan suddenly stopped. He couldn't do this. It was wrong. This was his best friend! He couldn't take advantage of him. He pulled James' pants up and collapsed onto the couch. He fell asleep as tears slipped down his face.

James woke up with a start in the middle of the night. He wiped a trail of drool away and rubbed his eyes. He got up and almost threw himself onto the couch before he realized someone was already there. He stumbled away, catching himself. He squinted in the darkness.

"Logan?" he whispered. No reply. James smiled, kneeling by the couch. He planted a kiss on Logan, his secret crush since fifth grade. He tasted salt water and sat back on his haunches.

"Why were you crying?" James whispered. He stroked Logan's hair. Tucking it behind his hair. Then, he cradle Logan's neck and kissed his lips. After a few seconds, he stood up and started to walk away.

"Don't go," he heard. It was so faint James wondered if he'd imagined it. But then it came again, a little louder. "Don't go, James."

"Logan?" James asked.

"No, the boogie man," Logan said sarcastically. "Come back. Pleease?" James smiled and walked over to him.

"Yes, Logan?" James watched the moonlight pouring in through the window fall on the beautiful genius. He trailed his thumb along Logan's cheek.

"Sleep with me?" Logan asked. James nodded. He climbed to the other side of Logan and wrapped an arm around him, tucking his head into Logan's back. Logan curled his fingers into James and leaned back into him.

Logan woke up to the sound of someone's throat clearing. He looked up, sleep messing with his brain for a few seconds before he realized that Kendall and Carlos were standing over him and the still-sleeping James.

"James," Logan said. No answer. "James! James!" James finally responded, but not in a way that Logan wanted him to. He rolled over, pinning Logan beneath him.

"James!" Logan whined. But James just nuzzled their cheeks together. Logan looked up at the other boys desperately.

"Look, this isn't what it looks like!" Kendall and Carlos looked at each other.

"Oh, really?" Kendall said. "Because it looks like you both finally realized you like each other, and slept together."

"The question is," Carlos chimed in, "did you sleep together, or did you sleep together?"

"What?" Logan asked. Carlos and Kendall rolled their eyes.

"C'mon, genius. Did you two do it?"

"Eew, no!" James gave a whimper and Logan shoved at him.

"You're awake? Then get off!"

"Why does the though of sleeping with me gross you out?" James asked.

"It doesn't, I just-"

"But you said eew. That sounds like you were grossed out."

"James, I just meant that...well, I...I…" James looked at him.

"Kendall, Carlos, leave." Kendall and Carlos made sounds of protest.

"This is our house, too. Go to your room!" James stared daggers at them, but sighed. He picked Logan up bridal style and carried him into their room. He sat Logan down on his, Logan's, bed.

"Logie," James asked, sitting next to him and taking his hand, "do you not want to be with me?"

"No! It's not that at all. It's just that I'm a...I'm a…" he mumbled the last word. James pulled him closer.

"What was that?"

"I'm a virgin. But I hear it hurts, and...I don't know if I want to do that. At least, not super soon. But I do want to be with you, James. Trust me. I always have."

"I want to be with you, too, Logan." James, though, was sad. His Logan was a virgin, but he couldn't say the same. He wished he could take that night back. It'd only been one time, and only because he was depressed, but it had still happened. And he had to tell Logan.

"Uh, Logan? I have something to tell you…"

"You're not a virgin are you?" James couldn't meet his eyes.

"No. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was just sad, and didn't know what to do and-" he was cut off by Logan's lips on his. The kiss ended as quickly as it'd begun. James looked up, his entire face full of regret and saw Logan's understanding smile.

"It's alright. I figured, a player like you. Don't worry, it doesn't matter." James gave him a watery smile. Logan hugged him, but pulled back. "But, um, how did it happen? And who was she?" James smile slipped away and he looked down again, collapsing into Logan's chest.

"It wasn't a she," he said.

"What?" Logan asked, frozen.

"It wasn't a she," James repeated.

Logan didn't say anything for a while and James felt himself crumbling. Then, Logan spoke again. "Tell me."

"Logie-"

"Tell me, James. Now." James started crying hard, choking the story out.

"It was when you got together with Camille, and I got really depressed and I came home and I ran into the bathroom so I could cry in private and I stumbled in on Kendall. And he was stroking himself and moaning, and he hadn't heard me come in. Then, I got down and started sucking his dick and he started thrusting into me."

"So you just had oral sex?" Logan asked, a little relieved. Then he felt James shake his head and his heart dropped.

"After James came inside my mouth, I lifted him up and put him on top of the sink. I yanked both our clothes out and had him wet my fingers and I opened him up. Then, I started to fuck him."

"Did you like it?" James didn't reply for a moment or two.

"Yes." Logan started to get up, but James grabbed his wrist and spun him around. "But only because I was imagining that it was you." Logan looked at James. His eyes were pleading, and he had a small smile on his face. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Logan.

Logan couldn't help but smile and leaned up to kiss James. But then, James started unbuttoning his shirt and he wondered if Kendall had liked it.

"Stop! I can't do this. I keep thinking about you and Kendall, and you're just gonna have to wait and see if I can get over it."

"Logie!"

"Don't call me that!" Logan snapped, turning away.

James fell to his knees and turned Logan around, clutching to his midsection.

"Don't go, Logan. I love you." Logan stopped, but only for a second. James loved him? His will power crumbled. Dammit! Why did he have to be so forgiven. But he knew he'd do anything for James.

"Alright, listen," he said, doing his shirt back up. "I'll forget it. And I'll forgive you. But, no sex, at least, not until I start it. And I don't even want you looking at a girl for the next week. Got it?" James nodded vigorously.

Logan dragged James back into bed. He wrapped James' arms around himself. Then, he cleared his throat and asked his next question.

"What happened after?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" James said.

"What did you and Kendall do after?"

"Well, we kind of just laid there on the floor for a while. Then, I pulled out of him, and looked him in the eyes and he was staring at me wide-eyed. And then we both said 'let's not tell anyone.' And we never spoke about it again. I'm pretty sure he forgot about it, I know it wasn't his first time."

Logan nodded and snuggled closer to James, loving the warmth seeping from his body. This felt right. He was with James. His James.

Little did he know that Kendall was standing right outside their door. He'd never forgotten that night, he thought about it every time he got off.

Logan wasn't the only one in love with James. His James.

Alright, listen. There will be sex later, this was just more of an intro, kind of. Promise. If you like my story, review! If you don't like it, review anyway! Criticism is helpful! Just don't get to mean, please.