A/N. Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews for the first two chapters. You are amazing people. I think I have multiple-personality disorder with my writing. I just don't understand how I can write something as horribly angsty as 'Head On Collision' and then turn around and write this. . . fluff. Although it is angstier than I intended it to be. Lol. I fail so hard at writing happy stuff. ANYWAY, this chapter is dedicated to One Man Writing Games. I don't own anything.

"So what's next on the agenda?" James questions Logan as The Hanukkah Song comes to an end. He starts to take his yamaka off but Logan stops him.

"I have an idea." Logan says with a huge grin. "Let's wear these all week long, even when we're doing Christmas stuff. It'll help combine the holidays a little better."

James isn't about to argue with Logan and instead of laughing he nods seriously. "That's a great idea, Logan." Then he jumps back to the original subject. "Well?"

Logan takes his time to think before he answers James. "We could make a gingerbread house." He says hopefully. "That's always one of my favorite things to do." He nods to the box they've left sitting at their feet. "I saw a mold in there. All we need is the gingerbread and some candy. Oh, and icing."

"I might have all of those things." James stands up. "Let's go in the kitchen and check." He wanders into the other room with Logan right behind him. Then he listens as Logan recites from memory all of the ingredients that they need and to their collective delight there is no need to go out to the store and fight a crowd of last minute shoppers. James has everything they need.

Logan leaves briefly and returns with the mold in hand. "Okay." He grins up at James. "Let's get started."

Once again James has no idea what he's supposed to be doing so he lets Logan take the lead. He leans up against the counter and watches as Logan mixes the ingredients up for the gingerbread and then pours it into the mold. He then realizes that Logan needs to put the mold in the oven and that he's in the way. He tries to move out of the way but Logan has already backed up into him. He stumbles and James has to reach out and steady him.

"Sorry." Logan's face turns bright red at the unexpected contact. "You need a bigger kitchen, James." He tries to laugh of his embarrassment.

"Yeah." James mumbles, thinking of how his kitchen is the perfect size. He lets go of Logan's arm and opens the oven door for him. "Here. Now what?"

Logan smiles at his impatience, or is it eagerness? "We could make the icing. That won't take long. Then we have to wait for the gingerbread to finish baking and cooling."

James nods to the electronic mixer that he's already cleaned for Logan. "Go ahead." He watches as Logan mixes the sugar and milk and whatever else. "You don't even measure." He observes.

"I guess that's what happens after I watch my mom do it for my whole life." Logan shrugs modestly. "Practice makes perfect." He holds up one of the beaters for James.

James takes the beater and looks at Logan questioningly. "What do I do with this?" He asks. "Wash it again?"

"You could lick it." Logan takes the other one and sticks his tongue out, running it over the smooth metal. He stops when he sees the expression on James' face. "What's the matter?" He asks innocently. "All the stories you've heard about salmonella poisoning were just made up by mothers who want the icing all to themselves."

Logan is teasing him. James knows this. He's just glad that the preheated oven is warming the kitchen up. He tugs at the collar of his shirt and clears his throat. "Is that so?" He tries to keep his voice steady and them mimics Logan's actions. "Well, the medical bill is coming to your house if I get sick." He finishes cleaning the beater and drops it in the sink with a clatter. "But I have to admit, that was worth it."

Logan twirls his own beater in one hand. "You have icing on your face." He says absentmindedly.

"Where?" James reaches up to feel his face but Logan stops him.

"Here. Let me. You'll probably just smear it." Logan takes a warm washcloth and gently touches it to the tip of James' nose, a smile lighting up his eyes. "You look like a little kid." He adds fondly. He tongue runs along his lips and he stops abruptly and drops the wash cloth back in the sink. "There." He mutters.

"Thanks." James touches his nose. There's a silence but somehow it's not that awkward. He studies Logan who seems to be deep in thought. "Are you okay, Logan?" He asks carefully, not wanting to push his friend.

Logan reaches up and rubs that back of his neck. "I was thinking about my parents." He admits.

"What really happened?" James asks in spite of himself.

Logan sighs and drops his hand, shoving it the pocket of his jeans. "I honestly don't know how to tell you. It's kind of. . . awkward."

James steps closer to Logan and lays a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Logan, look at me." He waits until Logan brings his gaze from the floor to look at him. "You know you can tell me anything. I'll love you no matter what." The words are innocent because Logan will think that James just means he loves him as a friend.

"Remember how I told you I broke up with Leah because I'm in love with someone else?" Logan's voice is shaking with emotion. He sees James nod wordlessly and gets the next few words out in a rush. "It's not a girl I'm in love with."

James' breath catches in his throat and he simply stares at Logan. Finally he clears his throat and manages to answer him. "Oh?" His voice sounds light and short of breath to him. "Is. . . is that why your dad hit you?"

Logan nods looking miserable. "I don't think they'll ever forgive me." He's obviously trying to hold tears back. "I never thought my own parents would do this to me."

"They're stupid." James says before he can stop himself. He reaches out with one arms and drags Logan into a quick hug. "I promise I'll be here for you, Logan. I'm not going to leave you."

"You might." Logan sounds like he's losing control. He's shaking slightly in James' arms.

"Why would I do that?" James tightens his grip on Logan. "Logan, I-"

"Because I'm in love with you." Logan places his hands on James' chest and shoves them apart. Tears are running down his face now and he looks scared. "I'm sorry, James. I just. . . I don't even know. I'm sorry I had to ruin everything. I can go back to my apartment now."

"No." James interrupts Logan's rant. If he was having trouble breathing before then he now has to concentrate ridiculously hard on inhaling and exhaling. "Logan, are you serious?" He takes Logan's wrist and holds it to keep him from moving away.

Logan swallows hard and nods. "I'm sorry." He says quietly, still looking shattered.

"Don't be." James whispers. Then before he can think about what he's doing he takes Logan's shoulders and gently shoves him to the doorway, backing him against the wall.

"James?" Logan stammers nervously.

"Look up." James says softly, letting his hands run down the length of Logan's arms.

Logan looks up. "The mistletoe." He says weakly. "But-"

James leans in and presses his lips to Logan's. He hears Logan inhale sharply and he pulls away slowly. "Is something wrong?" He asks, worried.

"Why did you kiss me?" Logan sounds hurt.

"Because," James can't help but smile. "That's what people do when they love someone."

"You love me?" Logan squeaks out in a whisper.

In answer, James kisses Logan again and he grins when this time Logan kisses him back. "Yes." He mumbles against Logan's mouth. "So much. More than anything."

Logan suddenly throws his arms around James and the roles are reversed because James finds himself pressed up against the wall. "You love me." Logan marvels aloud his face pressed into James' shirt. "Why?"

"Why not?" James takes Logan's face and tilts in upward just like he did earlier that same day. Except then he was looking at the bruise on Logan's face and now he's just looking at Logan. "You're amazing, Logan. I love everything about you. Your eyes, your nose. . ." He drops a kiss on Logan's lips before he goes on. "Your lips and your hair-"

"I'm nothing special." Logan shakes his head. "You're beautiful. Your eyes are hazel and mine are just plain and boring brown. Your hair. . ." He trails off and grins. "You are The Face after all. I'm just-"

"Incredible." James finishes for him. "Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. You are absolutely amazing, Logan. I can't believe that you love me."

"Well, I feel the same way." Logan says in a shaking voice. "Does that mean we deserve each other?"

James' heart is beating so hard in his chest that he actually wonders if he could be having a heart attack. If he ever collapsed Logan could always give him mouth-to-mouth. He laughs aloud at the thought and then kisses Logan again, enjoying the rush of adrenaline. "Sure why not?"

Logan leans his head against James' chest and allows his taller friend to wrap his arms around him. "I love you." He whispers.

James closes his eyes, wishing that he would never forget how amazing those words sound coming from Logan. "I love you too." He replies, dropping a kiss on the tops of Logan's head. "I can't believe that you're mine."

"I'll be yours as long as you want me." Logan tips his head up to receive another kiss.

"Forever." James promises. He sighs deeply and draws Logan even closer. His hands run carefully down Logan's back and then come to rest on his waist. "At least as long as you want me."

"Forever." Logan repeats the promise. He takes a step away and places his hands on James' chest but he doesn't shove them apart like the last time. He lets his fingers run aimlessly up and down the front of James' shirt, smiling when James' heart thuds underneath his fingertips. "Your heart feels like mine does."

"I don't think that's possible." James tries to imagine Logan's heart beating like his but he doesn't have to wonder long because Logan takes his hand and places it one his smaller chest. James' heart thuds extra hard and then he feels Logan's heart beat matching his own perfectly. "Okay." He admits. "I was wrong." He lets his hand slid down Logan's chest and then kisses him gently.

"Every time you kiss me," Logan mumbles against James' lips. "I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack or something. You'll perform CPR on me won't you?"

"You'll have to teach me first." James chuckles. "Doctor Logan Mitchell."

Logan grins. "I like the sound of that."

"Me too." James returns the grin. "I have to say Logan," He finally moves from off the wall and wraps an arm around Logan. "I think this is the best Christmas ever."

"It's your first Christmas ever." Logan points out. "But that's okay because this is the best Hanukkah ever."

"I couldn't agree more." James laughs. He stares at Logan and then shoves him back up against the wall. Their kisses before were gentle first kisses but now James uses more force. He feels Logan trembling in his arms and strokes his arms to soothe him. He presses his chest against Logan's and loses his heartbeat against the feel of Logan's heart thudding crazily.

Logan breaks away long enough to catch his breath and then gasps.

"What's the matter?" James asks in a dazed voice.

"The gingerbread is burning." Logan whispers. His eyes remain locked onto James' face. "We should probably get it out"

"Right." James steps away reluctantly. Then he smiles and takes Logan's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Come on." He pulls Logan away with him and glances one last time at the mistletoe. "I guess I'll have to remember to thank my neighbor again."

A/N. That was so horrible wasn't it? Oh my gosh. Oh well. I need something to compensate for the angst. I don't know what I'll be updating next. I guess we'll see. Review?