AN: Whoot, I feel accomplished for being able to do this :D. Anyway, here's chapter two. I sort of feel like I made Logan a dick, but the ending. -.- Ugh, I'm such a sap.

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The second time it happens is on a very exhausting tour day in Manchester. They'd done three interviews and two photo shoots, followed by yet another concert later that day, and really, why would anyone schedule that much in one goddamn day? Carlos sighs and collapses on his hotel bed the moment he's close enough, stretching out flat on his back. He sighs again, frowning as he tries to close his eyes and sleep.

But, of course, that doesn't happen because Carlos finds that for the seemingly millionth time that day, his thoughts wander to Logan. Logan seems to be the only thing on his mind lately, and it really pisses him off because it's been weeks, and almost nothing has changed since their dressing room incident. Almost. The one difference is that now Logan seems to have decided to play around with Carlos' feelings whenever he gets the chance. And Carlos is sure he does it just to get him all worked up, and it really. Fucking. Makes. Him. Mad, because he falls for it every time.

But of course, this only seems to make Logan to do it more. And Carlos is starting to feel all too fed up with everything. He's almost positive by now that Logan doesn't really feel anything for him, and he just wants someone to play with. After all, Logan's the biggest flirt any of them have ever known. Carlos narrows his eyes, thoughts drifting to one of their interviews earlier that day.


Their interviewer asks them if they preferred their UK fans or their US fans, and Carlos feels that he can explain this one.

"Ah, you know what? I think coming to – you know, just - Europe in general, and doing all the shows," He starts, gesturing wildly with his hands, "has been a treat, because the fans here are way different from the US."

By now he can feel that Logan, who is sitting next to him (damn you, fate), is watching him, and the Latino tries his best to not glance over. "They're more, like, I don't know," He gives in and looks over to Logan, who nods slightly when he mumbles, "Hardcore.. I don't know, just.." He trails off, nearly getting lost in Logan's gaze until he notices that said male is smiling at him, and he drops a quick glance to Logan's enticing lips, his own lips turning up in a grin.

But then Logan is turning away, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, and Carlos wishes he hadn't lost himself just then. Thankfully for him, Kendall's already picked up where he left off, finishing the thought for him.

He keeps his cool through the rest of the interview, breathing a sigh of relief once they're back on their tour bus and he can sit safely at their small table.

He drops his head onto his folded arms, easily getting lost in his thoughts, until James taps his shoulder to tell him it's time for their next interview. He sighs and thinks to himself that this is going to be an extremely long day.

The concert isn't the slightest bit easier. As they start to sing Stuck, he can't seem to stop brushing against Logan in the slightest ways, and Logan only smiles at him, leaning a bit closer. The Latino's heart flutters when Logan smiles at him as James sings "You're the one that I'm waiting on," near the end of Worldwide. His face heats up when he sees Logan look down and back up the entire length of his body (all the while giving Carlos a smirk that makes his mind jump to filthy thoughts) just as they all burst into the chorus of I Want to Hold Your Hand.

It's all of these small moments that lead Carlos to decide that this is his favorite concert that they've ever performed. His happiness is short-lived, however.

Carlos notes that the minute they're off the stage, Logan disappears to flirt with a pretty girl. And it's at that moment that he decides that he doesn't want to play this game anymore. He's sick of being tugged around.

He's silent the entire ride home, and he gets off the tour bus the minute it stops, ignoring Kendall's questioning glance. He gets to his hotel room without any trouble, thanking the lucky stars that none of the guys follow him.


He sighs once more, slipping off the large bed and walking to the small dresser in his room. He fishes out fresh boxers and slips into the large bathroom. He doesn't even flick the light on, opting instead to light the single candle that's sitting on the counter.

He turns the shower on, checking after a few seconds to make sure the water temperature is just right (scalding, just the way he likes it). He takes his time stripping down, frowning when his sore shoulders protest against all of the movement.

He steps into the shower, moaning softly at the feel of the hot water cascading over him, letting it slowly relax him. He stands there for a good five minutes, with his cheek against the tile wall, eyes closed, thoughtless. He eventually straightens up, absent-mindedly rubbing at one of his shoulders and thinking to himself that a massage would be pretty fucking amazing right now.

Nearly ten minutes later, he's walking out of the bathroom in only his boxers, toweling his short hair. He drops the towel onto the floor, and then crawls into the big bed, sinking down into the soft mattress. He curls up on his side, buries his head in his pillow, and closes his eyes.

He's just on the edge of sleep when a soft knock on the door wakes him. The door opens, and he hears a soft, "Carlos..?"

He groans inwardly because damn it all, wasn't he just trying to get Logan off his mind? He makes a fast decision to pretend to be asleep, but Logan knows him better.

"I know you're awake." There's a slight dip in the bed behind him, and then he feels Logan's hand on his shoulder. Carlos tenses, then sighs and sits up, twisting around to face the one person he's been trying to get out of his head for the past hour or so.

He mumbles out a frustrated, "What?", and Logan frowns.

"Just.. Are you okay? You seemed upset after the performance. And it's really not like you.." He trails off, looking at Carlos expectantly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He replies, looking anywhere but at Logan. Logan sighs, rolling his eyes.

"No, you're not. Now look at me, and tell me what's wrong." He says, and when Carlos just shakes his head, he flicks the Latino's temple. Carlos' jerks his head around, shooting a glare at Logan.

"Ow! What was that for?" He pouts, rubbing the side of his head.

"For being stubborn." Logan huffs. "Now, tell me what's wrong."

"I told you, I'm f-" Carlos stops short at the dark look that Logan sends him, and he sighs. "Alright, fine. I'm not okay. But, please. Just leave it. It's nothing important."

At this, Logan rolls his eyes, the tiniest of smiles playing on his lips. "Carlos.. If something is bothering you, then it is important. So please jus-"

"It's you." Carlos interrupts, looking Logan dead in the eye. "You're the reason why I'm all messed up lately." He looks back down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs, and Logan tilts his head.

"Me? What did I do?" He frowns, wanting more than anything for Carlos to look at him again.

"You're just.. Just so frustrating. One minute you're all into me, and the next, it's like I don't even exist." He looks back up to Logan, and the pain in the Latino's eyes makes his heart clench. "I just- I want to know what goes on in your head when you think of me. Am I just a toy? Do you not feel anything for me? Because really, if you don't, then please, please stop," Carlos pleads.

Logan's frown deepens, and he actually kind of hates himself for not realizing how much he's been hurting Carlos. He sighs softly, rubbing his eye, then looks back at Carlos.

"Carlos, I.. God, I'm really fucking sorry. I never even stopped to think what this has been doing to you, and I'm stupid for not handling this the right way," He says, and then he smiles, placing a hand on Carlos' neck and letting his thumb gently trail along the Latino's jaw. "But I love you, Carlos. And I have for a long time now. I've just been afraid to admit it to myself, and that's why I've been such an ignorant douche lately."

Carlos' eyes light up, but only for a quick second. Then he's hesitantly asking, "Y- you love me?" And when Logan nods, the raw honesty in his eyes lets Carlos know he's not lying. "I love you, too, Logan."

And then Carlos is hugging Logan, nearly in his lap, and Logan laughs softly. Carlos buries his face in the crook of Logan's neck, mumbling, "God, you don't know how happy this makes me."

Logan chuckles, running his fingers through the Latino's short hair. "I've got a pretty good idea." Carlos pulls back to look at him, and he smiles, and then they're slowly leaning forward, and Carlos is freaking out on the inside because Oh God, it's just like in the movies and it's so perfect and-

Their lips meet halfway, and Carlos closes his eyes, losing himself in Logan's embrace, and his warmth, his scent, his everything. The kiss is sweet, and slow, and oh so perfect, and it feels like they've never kissed before.

Logan pulls away to kiss his cheek, and then his jaw, and then moves back up to press his forehead against Carlos'. He smiles, whispering a soft, "I love you, Carlitos," and Carlos absolutely swoons, because there's nowhere he'd rather be right now than here in Logan's arms.

"Love you too, Logie." He says, and Logan kisses his forehead before standing up. Carlos realizes that he's headed towards the door, so he quickly wraps his fingers around Logan's wrist, causing him to turn back.

"W-wait." Carlos says, blushing lightly. "Stay. Please?"

Logan smiles, shaking his head. "I was planning on it." Carlos smiles and lets go of his wrist. Logan walks to the door, sliding the lock into place, and then slips out of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers and a t-shirt.

He hops back onto the bed, patting the spot in front of him. "Hey, turn around and sit here."

Carlos tilts his head in confusion, but complies anyway. Logan's hands come to rest on his bare back, slowly trailing their way up to his shoulders. "You're so tense," He says as his fingers start kneading the muscles there.

Carlos moans softly, then throws a playful glare over his shoulder at Logan. "It's all your fault."

Logan laughs at this, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Carlos' neck. "I'm sorry."

"Forgiv- ah, ow." He tries to say, but fails miserably when Logan finds a particularly painful knot in his shoulder. "Forgiven," He amends.

Logan smiles, paying special attention to the knot. "Good." Within minutes, he has the knot worked out and has moved onto the other shoulder. Carlos moans softly in approval as Logan's hands expertly work his back, and soon he's completely relaxed.

Logan's hands drop, brushing down the Latino's arms on their way down. Carlos leans back into Logan's chest, closing his eyes.

"'m tired.." He mumbles softly, and Logan yawns.

"Yeah, me too," he agrees, shifting into a more comfortable position. Carlos rolls onto his side, cuddling up against Logan's chest, letting out a yawn.

"Mm, 'night, Logan." He says quietly, and Logan smiles, whispering, "Goodnight, Carlos. I love you." He hears a barely audible, "Love you, too," and within minutes, they're both asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.


So, yeah. :D Thoughts, anything?