Woops…A year and a couple months on this one too. I guess I'm just feeling inspired this week. Midterms are over and I feel like a new person!

Originally when I sat down to write the second chapter to this story (a year and a couple months ago), I had a whole plan laid out for where I wanted this story to go. At the beginning of this week when I sat down again (for the SECOND TIME), I figured out that I completely forgot what that plan was, and now I have a totally new one laid out. So hopefully it's as good as the first round of ideas let it be… Anyways. Thanks for your patience, and enjoy.

"Unf," Logan grunted as he collapsed to James' side on the large hotel bed. They panted heavily next to each other as their naked, sweaty bodies recovered—from the round of rough sex they had just endured.

"Wow," James breathed out heavily, unable to catch his breath. "Who knew I'd enjoy being the bottom that much?"

"I did," Logan chuckled with a sigh. "You always forget how good I am…" he rolled onto his side so that he wasn't facing James.

"I love reunion sex," James exclaimed, to no one in particular.

Logan lay quietly on his side and rolled his eyes—not that James could see. Logan and James were sometimes unable to hookup (or even exchange flirty glances), due to the fact that they shared tour buses with the other band and crewmembers. James never wanted to take the risk of being caught. So, whenever they were given the opportunity to be completely alone with each other, they had what James liked to call 'reunion sex'.

Logan stared across the room at the windows, hidden by closed curtains. He felt different than usual. For the most part, fucking James was beyond satisfactory. Getting fucked by James was always amazing. He was ecstatic everytime they collapsed into each other's arms, but tonight was different. It had now been over a year of secretly hooking up—since the first time he and James had expressed their feelings for each other.

The morning after that first hookup, Logan felt like a kicked puppy—James had acted as if that were never going to happen again. Logan had begun to accept the fact that he and James just were not meant to be. However, it only took a week and a half for James to come back for more. Logan was beyond excited; he was totally open to the proposition having sex in tour bus bathrooms at late hours, or in supply closets when everyone else was doing sound checks at a venue. Logan led himself to believe that this relationship was just a twisted version of what he'd always wanted with James.

But there was just one problem: James was not publicly gay.

Well, maybe there were two problems: James was not publicly gay with his best friend and band mate.

Logan silently scolded himself—something he had learned to do over the time he spent in this secret relationship. He wasn't supposed to second-guess what they were doing, it was good, and he was happy.

They were still the best of friends in public, nothing had changed there.

The sex was mind-blowing, as predicted.

Kendall and Carlos, to James and Logan's knowledge, knew nothing.

So why was he feeling this way, right now?

"Logan? Helloooo," James poked at Logan's bare back. The shorter friend rolled back over on to his back and smiled at James, with all of the friendliness he could muster up at the moment. "Hi," he mumbled, before pulling James' face towards his and kissing him sweetly.

"What's up?" James smiled back.

"Nothing much," Logan laughed as he sat up. He wasn't in the mood for small talk and cuddling at the moment. "I think I'm going to shower—Kendall and Carlos should be headed back upstairs any minute."

"Mmm, can I join—" James began to tease, but was interrupted by an abrupt knocking on the door.

"Nope!" Logan took this opportunity and streaked through the suite to the bathroom, leaving the naked James to fend for himself against a curious Carlos and confused Kendall.

Logan turned the water on and watched it fall as he heard Kendall and Carlos enter the suite.

"Wow, James, I realize we're in Vegas—but you didn't have to fuck the first easy girl you found," Kendall joked loudly.

Logan rolled his eyes and closed the shower door behind him, letting the hot water take control of his thoughts and presence—there was too much going on in his head as he tried to figure out what was bother him so much.

He had to have let twenty-five minutes or so go by in the steamy bathroom before he felt sane enough to get out. They were in Las Vegas for a show they had performed the night before—they had three whole nights to spend in the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. They were free to drink and do whatever they pleased tonight and tomorrow night.

Logan was absolutely sure he wanted to get shitfaced with his friends tonight, to forget everything he was feeling. He left the bathroom with a towel around his waist, only to find that he had been left alone—a rare occurrence for him. He glanced at the bedside table to catch the time—9:15pm the alarm clock read.

He graciously sat down on the large bed that James had neatly made up for Logan's sake—everyone knew of his neat-freak habits and pet peeves. He closed his eyes and listened to the noises the Vegas strip had to offer—sounded like there was a lot of traffic 24 stories below where he sat in the Big Time Rush penthouse suite.

He laid back against the soft bed, so much more luxurious than the bunks on the tour buses…

Buzzzzzzzzz.

"Shhhhh…"

Buzzzzzzzzz.

"What…shh…"

Buzzzzzzzzz.

Logan opened his eyes to a view of the ceiling of the suite. He looked around, he was still alone and the traffic of Las Vegas was still bustling somewhere in the near distance.

Buzzzzzzzzz.

Logan sat up slowly, his head protesting his sudden movements with a heavy pounding. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table—11:30pm. Had he really just fallen asleep for over two hours?

He located his phone—the source of the repeated buzzing noises that woke him up. People were texting him frantically—probably because he disappeared off the face of the earth for two hours and fifteen minutes exactly. He had multiple missed calls and texts from all three of his band mates. Carlos was at the top of his missed call list—so he clicked on Carlos' name to reply. It only took one ring before Logan's ear was filled with: "Logie! Where ya been?"

"Sorry, Los, fell asleep," Logan rubbed the back of his neck.
"We left the room two hours ago!"
"Yeah," Logan chuckled dryly. "I'm just as surprised as you are."
"Whatever dude. Come down! The hotel is treating us to free tequila shots up the butt! Your favorite!"

Logan cringed. He hated tequila, and all of his friends knew it.

"Mmm," he faked a reaction. "My fave."
"Come on down! We're by the pool! It's so sick!"

Carlos sure knew how to make things sound more exciting than they actually were—he was an optimistic person. Logan just wasn't in the mood to deal with the excitement that was apparently the downstairs scene.

"I think I might just stay in tonight," he picked at a loose thread in the towel that was still hanging (very loosely) around his hips from when he first got out of the shower.
"What—why would you do that? Here, talk to James—"
"What, no, Carlos don't put James on—"
"Logan?" a loving voice spoke Logan's name.

Logan sighed. "Hi."

"You're not coming down tonight, eh?" James laughed at something someone said in the background, half of his attention was set to what Logan was saying.
"Not really feeling it. Kinda tired," Logan shrugged. He didn't want to talk to James for too long—he knew that the more he spoke to James, the weirder he would feel. Something in this relationship just wasn't working anymore. James knew better than to argue.

"Well, if you think that's what's best…" he spoke slowly, definitely disappointed.
"I do."
"Alright—Dak! What's up buddy?"

Logan's eyes widened. Dak. James had admitted one time that he'd had a crush on Dak Zevon since they had moved to LA and there was an actual chance of the band meeting him. "Dak doesn't compare to you, obviously, but…damn," James grinned as he explained the 'crush'.

Logan swallowed the lump in his throat, suddenly feeling threatened—even though he had no reason to be.

"Dak is there?"

"Yeah, he just showed up," James confirmed Logan's dreaded thoughts. "Hey, if you're not gonna come hang it's cool, but I should probably hang up so I'm not being a party pooper."

"Hold your shit, guys. I'll be down in a few." He could practically hear James smiling in triumph as he hung up the phone.

He might have been feeling a certain way about his screwed up relationship status—but he wasn't about to let James spend the night falling all over another man.