The concert had been a huge success. Big Time Rush had, for the first time in God knows when, gone through one entire day of business without any schemes, oddities, or disasters. The investors were more than pleased with practically everything, Gustavo didn't scream once, and they played the show so well that a few fans even proceeded to faint. It was safe to say that this was their biggest success yet.
The four rising stars excitedly chattered amongst themselves as they hopped into their over-sized limo. Logan couldn't stop gushing over that awesome back flip he'd perfected, James kept going on about how great his hair looked on the large screen above the stage, Kendall was satisfied that the night had gone off without a hitch, and Carlos was happy that the corn dogs at the venue didn't suck. The excited gab continued as they pulled out of the venue's parking lot, work had been done, but that didn't mean the night was over.
"I mean do we...have to go?" Logan complained. He didn't really comprehend or like the idea of an after party. "I mean...what's the point? You go to one party to have a good time, and then you leave it to go to another party? Why not just stay at party 1?" Logan ranted. There was silence for a few seconds which was broken by the other three boy's laughter.
"Man...you're too funny Logie." Carlos barked as he slapped the other boy on the back a bit too hard. "Ugh, I told you not to call me that Carlos..." Logan replied, choking on some water that had gone down the wrong way due to Carlos' 'friendly' gesture. "I don't see what you guys find so funny, my logic is pretty...logical. Don't you guys ever just want to...y'know...go home after a show?" Logan took another swig from the bottle of water in his hands. He waited for a reply, but as if someone had hit a rewind button, he was showered with the same barking laughter he had just heard seconds ago, along with another 'pat' on the back.
"Look Logan..." James began. "You're a rising star. We're rising stars! This is what stars do! We party, we mingle with beautiful people, we meet hot chicks! I don't get what the deal is Sir." He spoke as he looked into the small mirror he carries at all times.I'm getting lectured by vanity incarnate over here and I'm supposed to agree? Logan thought as he mentally shook his head. "Yeah I get that James, but I mean...I miss the simple life. When's the last time we played hockey, huh? When's the last time we just sat at home and watched a movie? I mean hell, when's the last time we played Parcheesi?" Everyone looked at Logan as if he had three heads, including the driver. "Stars do not play board games Logan..." James snapped the small mirror shut. "We look good, sound good, and party even gooder!" Everyone but Logan made a sound of agreement. Logan sighed and turned away from the other boys, deciding to look out of the limo's window until they got to their destination. "Gooder's not even a friggin' word..." he mumbled.
The party was just what Logan expected. A club full of people he didn't know, nor had any intention of knowing, music that was obnoxiously loud, and worst of all there was alcohol galore. Logan hated alcohol. His father had been an alcoholic, and it did nothing but cause pain and turmoil for his family. He shook himself out of his trance-like state of thinking as he was greeted by an already drunk Carlos.
"Hey Loooooooogie. Whazzup?" Carlos hiccuped. Logan's face scrunched up into one of disgust. Carlos' breath smelled like the foul poison and he couldn't stand it. "Carlos...what are you thinking? There's paparazzi everywhere, you're underage and you're drunk! Do you know how badly Gustavo's going to murder you?" he spat. Carlos giggled. "Gustavo's always murdering us. You'd think we were like...cats or somethin' y'know? Do you get it? Cuz cats have nine lives?" Carlos began giggling childishly. "Yes Carlos very clever, har har, arf arf, tee hee. Ugh look at you, you're smashed, I'm taking you home. Gives me an excuse to leave this hellhole anyway." Logan put Carlos' arm around his shoulders and hoisted him up. He walked Carlos towards the back exit, ignoring Carlos' lazy drunken protests.
They were pretty far away from home, but luckily none of them had to worry about driving. Logan rested his head against the car window. He was annoyed and tired and just wanted the day to be over with. Especially the part where Carlos was drunkenly babbling with his head in Logan's lap. "Y'know...You're an...awesomely awesome dude Mr. Henderson. Like no, seriously I mean it. You like...take care of us...y'know? Like...just wow man you're awesome." Carlos' case of word vomit was quite alarming, but not as alarming as the actual vomit that came from his mouth a minute later. Logan clenched his fists tightly. It'snothisfault. It'snothisfault. It'snothisfault. Logan kept reminding himself to be understanding, he was way too close to giving in and decking Carlos in the mouth. The car slowed to a stop, they were finally home. Logan stared at the Limo ceiling and mouthed the words "Thank you"
The trip upstairs was a long and strenuous one, but somehow Logan carried the Latin lush up those stairs. He had one goal in mind: Clean up, undress, and go to bed, which unfortunately had to be done for both him and Carlos. He decided that since most of the vomit had actually missed Carlos and landed on him, Carlos would be fine going to bed without washing up. Logan dragged Carlos to the room and dropped him on his bed. Logan began to take off Carlos' shoes and the tanned boy giggled absentmindedly. Logan rolled his eyes as he continued undressing him, having some difficulty getting his socks off as Carlos was very ticklish. He then removed the boy's somewhat tight jeans and was greeted with more laughter. "D'ohoho Mr. Henderson are you going to have your way with lil' ol' meeee?" Logan couldn't help but laugh. "Not tonight Carlos..." he replied sarcastically. Finally he removed the black jeans and after just a tad of difficulty removed Carlos' shirt. "Bed. Now." Logan ordered as he grabbed the quilt that had dropped to the floor and covered Carlos with it. Carlos giggled some more, but seemed happy with the idea of sleep, so he didn't protest.
"Christ...finally." Logan rested his head against the porcelain tiles of the shower wall. It felt so good to be home, in a relaxing hot shower with nothing more than sleep waiting for him. He turned the water off and grabbed the towel off of the adjacent rack. He proceeded to dry himself off and dress into his usual sleeping attire, boxers and a tank-top. He exited the steamy bathroom with a yawn and made sure to turn off the light, remembering how much Gustavo was complaining about their electricity expenses. He was about to hop into bed but there was already someone there. A look of confusion spread across his face which was then replaced with one of realization and annoyance. It was Carlos.
"Carlos...why are you in my bed?" Logan sighed, rubbing his head as a powerful migraine was approaching. "Mrcmfy..." was all that Carlos said. "...What?" Logan replied as his head began to pound harder. "It's more comfy." Carlos repeated clearly. Logan withdrew the sheets that Carlos had enveloped around him. "Carlos go to your bed. Now." Logan's temper was rapidly shortening. "You know I can't sleep in your bed, I'm allergic to the material. Go. Now. Now now." He repeated. "But it's too comfortable here...just sleep with me." Carlos mumbled, his eyes never opening. Logan didn't care. He was tired, he was angry, and God knows he doesn't want to kill his best friend. "Move." Logan pushed Carlos to the edge of the bed with his foot, almost knocking him off. "You're damn lucky I'm tired or else you wouldn't be waking up tomorrow." Carlos gave a giggle of understanding.
It was uncomfortable, yet at the same time Logan couldn't deny that he enjoyed the body heat next to him. It made him feel secure in a way that he couldn't really describe, or wouldn't want to for fear of it sounding weird. He sighed and let his mind wander, thinking about today's events, the upcoming tour and other things that he'd been nervous about. Who knew being potentially famous would be so much...work? His thoughts were rudely interrupted by a sudden increase of weight on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down trying to find the source of the added pressure and, of course, it was Carlos. He had his arm draped around Logan's torso and his head laid upon his chest. Logan was pretty sure that the vein in his forehead was protruding more than ever before.
"Are you serious? Are you really serious Carlos?" Logan whispered sharply. Carlos snored in response. He was completely knocked out, and Logan figured it's not his fault, can't help what you do in your sleep right? Besides, Logan kind of...liked it. He'd never been held before, and he had to admit it was pretty damn comforting, especially after a train wreck like today. He slowly wrapped his arms around Carlos, his body a lot warmer than he'd have expected. "Guess that's why they call it Latin heat..." he mumbled. Carlos made a noise that was somewhere between a snore and a sigh of comfort. Logan couldn't help but smile. "G'night buddy."
A/N: OK, I want to take this story very slowly. It's rated M for later chapters, but I want to keep this interesting, entertaining, and fun! Let me know if I should continue, constructive criticism always appreciated!