"Oh, God. My head. Ugh. What?"

It was early Saturday morning. The Palmwoods was still asleep, but Logan wasn't. A searing pain in his head woke him up way too early.

He was jumbled up in a mess of stale-feeling covers. They reeked of alcohol. He reeked of alcohol. Oh, but his head was the worst part. Daylight was pouring in through his bedroom window and really not helping. This was a hangover.

"Poor choices," he thought to himself. Blinking through the pain, he pulled the bed sheets up over his head and huddled away from the sunlight. The headache was pretty intense, and he was pretty thirsty.

"Damn," he groaned. But, wait a minute. His bed felt oddly…heavier…?

"Hang over?" A voice whispered beside him. It laughed. "I'm not surprised."

Logan was startled to hear someone. He rolled over, and was even more startled to see someone. It was Carlos. He was in bed with him.

"What?" Logan mumbled to himself. "Why are you here?"

"Don't you remember?" Carlos asked with a tired chuckle. "We were drinking last night…"

Logan tried to remember. His brain was in such pain that the memory vault was locked shut. But suddenly, he found the key. Last night came pouring in…

All of the boys had been drinking vodka. Kendall and James eventually called it a night, but Logan dragged Carlos to his bed, where they kept drinking together.

"You're funny," Logan had said, his head buzzing with booze. "Funny looking."

"Wha? Huh?" Carlos giggled. He sat on Logan's bed and flopped over. Logan lay down beside him and sneered.

"You're funny looking," Logan repeated in an annoying, low-pitched voice. He tried to hold the clear bottle of alcohol upright. Carlos looked at him and had one of those, "totally-overreacting-about-something-small-becaus e-you're-too-drunk" moments.

"DUDE! The stuff!" He yelled. "The stuff is gonna like, fall!"

Logan spazzed-out and sat up. He clutched the vodka to his chest and his eyes darted around the room suspiciously.

"We need a safer place to put it," he said, sneakily. "A secret hidey hole."

Carlos looked around the room, too. He put his hands on the bottle, with Logan's, and held onto it with dear life.

"We cannot spill this precious life blood!" Carlos announced. Then Logan lost his grip, and Carlos dropped it into the ground. They both squealed in horror. The room fell silent.

"Oh, you know what?" Logan said. He bent down and picked up the bottle. "It was empty. Darn."

Carlos laughed. He pointed at Logan teasingly and laughed pretty hard, but Logan just rolled his eyes and shook his head. He dropped the bottle again. Then he curled up on his bed. Carlos slithered around his back and spooned him.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked hazily. He yawned.

"Gettin' cozy," Carlos said. A broad smile flashed across his face, but Logan didn't bother to look. He was too tired, now.

They both laid on the bed like that for a little while. At some point, Carlos put his arm around Logan's waist. Logan didn't stir. Sleep was moving in, but it just wasn't ready to settle completely. Logan tried to keep his eyes shut, but for some reason they were too heavy close. Does that even make sense? He was stuck in that limbo-land of sleep, where you're too tired to do anything. Anything, including sleep.

The two boys jumped awake when they heard a thud on the wall, from the other side.

"What the heck?" Logan asked. He sat up and looked to the direction the sound seemed to come from. Silence.

"What was that?" Carlos asked. He had actually been dozing lightly. He tried to keep his hold on Logan's waist, and was quite successful.

"Wait…" Logan said, with a sudden sense of dignity. He raised a pointed finger in Carlos's direction and narrowed his eyes. Carlos laughed, but the other boy hushed him. They listened. No more thuds, but they could hear James talking.

"Well, yeah! Of COURSE I am!" James yelled from behind the wall. Kendall replied, but neither of the two boys in the room could understand. James was being bitchy and too-loud as usual.

"What is going on?" Carlos asked.

Logan shrugged. "Sounds interesting, though," he said.

The boys got up from Logan's bed and quietly snuck over to the noisy wall. They tried to listen, but Kendall and James were talking too quietly.

"Uggh, lame. I don't know what's going on," Carlos grumped. He dragged himself back to Logan's bed and flopped down onto it. But Logan stayed there. He listened and listened, and soon he heard some strange noises. His face lit up bright red. It couldn't have been what it sounded like?

Logan dashed back to his bed and leaped under the covers. He hid his face from Carlos.

"Ahha, what's wrong?" Carlos asked. He went under the sheets and saw Logan making odd, embarrassed faces.

"Uh. Nothing," Logan said shortly. He was trying to hide a little boner he had going.

"You heard something weird? What did you hear?"

"I said nothing," Logan insisted. He turned over and gave his back to the other boy. Carlos snuggled up against him.

"What did you hear?" He asked once more, but Logan just grunted and ignored him.

"I said nothing," Logan replied once more. He sighed loudly. Carlos slipped his arms back around Logan's waist. He pulled him close to his own body. The warmth was nice, but what's this? Carlos felt Logan suppressing a boner. He giggled, but Logan got nervous.

"It's nothing," the white guy insisted. "It's just from being drunk or something."

"Oh, okay," Carlos said, pretending to agree. "I bet."

He slipped his hand down Logan's boxers and took a gentle hold of his shaft. Logan shivered from the touch. It felt good. Good enough that he relaxed and moved onto his back. He closed his eyes and groaned quietly as Carlos stroked him, up and down. Up and down.

"Does that feel good?" Carlos asked him. Logan nodded yes. His tender, young dick felt nice is Carlos's hand. It firmed up so hard.

"C-Carlos," Logan moaned. "This is wrong."

"Yeah, but you like it," Carlos rebutted. He leaned over Logan and gave him a gentle kiss. They breathed heavily in unison. The kisses continued. Logan felt helpless. He surrendered to Carlos's adorable lust.

"Are you close?" Carlos asked.

"Y-yeah," Logan moaned. He moaned louder and louder as Carlos jerked him off harder. Until suddenly, BAM! Well, Logan was never much of a cummer. Some shot out, but it was a little "anti-climactic" if you will.

Carlos didn't mind. He leaned over and licked it up. Logan shouted as the wet tongue went across his overly-tender cock.

"Oh my GOD! Stop stop!" Logan shouted in pleasure and pain. His nerves were so sensitive from having just orgasmed, it was a little too much to handle. Carlos smiled and sucked up the last of his cum.

"You loved it, huh?" Carlos asked. He looked at Logan, who was staring at him sweetly. Logan didn't really want to admit that it was good, but it was. He smiled. He yawned. They both yawned. Then it went dark.

"Oh, yeah," Logan said. "I remember now. Oh, uh, don't tell the other guys, right?"

"Not a word," Carlos said. He made a fake zipper across his mouth and giggled, and then he got up and put his clothes on. "But they're gonna wonder if we don't come out soon."

Logan agreed and also got dressed, clutching his head. But, hold on. Didn't he hear something funny last night? Something funny with James and Kendall? He did. That's right. Then Logan got scared. Maybe if he heard them, they heard him? Uh oh.

He and Carlos walked out of his bedroom apprehensively. Right at that moment, James and Kendall were creeping out, too.

They couldn't tell them what had happened, or what they had heard. Logan wondered, what HAD happened?