Carlos's POV

I wasn't surprised to find how easy he fell asleep in my arms. He was tiered, I could see that. And with everything we had talked about…he looked drained. He also looked like he was relieved for getting what he did off his chest. Too bad it wasn't the whole truth.

I untangled us from each other leaving him under my blanket, in my shirt and sweats. I'm almost glad we didn't have sex, but on the same token…I'm a guy. I like sex. None the less, I left him passed out in my bed, at 4 in the morning, just to go out into my living room, and answer my door. I knew who was knocking at my door at this time. I just really wished he wasn't here. I pulled on a sweater, glancing around my living room seeing it the same way we left it last night. The half empty pizza box was still on the table along with our empty wine glasses. I ignored it for now as I unlocked my door, and pulled it open to reveal none other than Kendall. He smiled big and made one step to come in but I put up my hand. "He's still here." He frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets and I quickly walked out, shutting the door behind me. I didn't have shoes on, but I didn't care. "I can't do this anymore." He chuckled looking down and I swallowed hard. "He's a good guy Kendall. He's just…"

"A liar and a fake piece of shit?" I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him as he looked up at me. "I asked you to do one simple thing for me Carlos! And I can only guess the reason you aren't going to do it, is because you got your dick sucked."

"For your information we haven't done anything yet." He laughed at this and looked down at my mat in front of my door. "He told me last night…everything that happened to him, with his attack. The guy was beat. And raped. And dehumanized."

"It doesn't make it okay to fuck someone's boyfriend."

"Yes but…"

"It also doesn't excuse that when I offered him the job, he took it! He knew Carlos! He knew who I was and had no problem working for me, taking my money! And FYI Carlos he's lying to you! Do you not care?!"

"I wouldn't know he was lying to me if someone hadn't dragged me into this!" His jaw dropped to the floor and I shook my head putting my hands down at my sides. "I am sorry Kendall. I hate that James was that guy. I really do. I hate he hurt you like that. And if you would let me, I would beat the shit out of him for it. But right now…you're angry, and I understand. But you're taking that anger out on someone who isn't even anything to you anymore. They stopped seeing each other. What else do you want?" I could see it in his eyes, he was close to tears. I knew he was upset, and I knew I was right. Hes just acting on impulse. "What more could be done, to make you happy? James almost killed himself because of what he put you through. Do you want him to try again? Do you want Logan to try too? What do you want?"

"I want to feel loved Carlos." I frowned and stepped forward putting a hand on his shoulder. He was crying, but not hysterically. "James would have rather been with Logan. I wasn't good enough for him, so he went to another man. Do you know what that feels like? Do you have any idea how bad it hurts to see Logan, and know he had something I didn't have, to keep James around?" I took my hand off his shoulder and shrugged stuffing my hands into the pockets of my sweats.

"No I don't. I don't know what that feels like." He quickly wiped his face and looked down.

"Okay. So you don't know what I'm going through. You will never understand why I need to hear from Logan what he did to me, and my happiness. You will never understand why I haven't murdered James or let you murder him. I need…closure."

"Then what?" He stopped and I swallowed hard stepping forward. "What happens when they tell you everything? DO you honestly think you'll feel better? DO you think it will make the rain clouds go away, and the sun come up again? Because I don't think it will. I think it will make you feel worse. And the more you dwell on this, the harder it's going to be for you. Please Kendall…I'm asking as your best friend and your brother. Drop it." He remained blank staring at me for a solid two minutes before he pulled his car keys out from his pocket, and wiped his noes on the back of his hand.

"I can't Carlos. And if you aren't willing to help me, then I'll do it myself." He turned, hopped down the stairs and was out of my sight in a matter of seconds. I fell back against my door and ran and over my face, sighing out.

I knew, when he asked me, how shitty it was. I know that Logan was the guy James was seeing. Kendall and I found out a few months ago. James wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was. SO when we found out, Kendall had this idea to trap both Logan and James into confessing. The plan was all well and good. But then circumstances occurred. Logan actually took the job for one. And James tried to kill himself, whilst confessing to cheating on Kendall. I thought for sure, that would have changed Kendall's mind and dropped the whole thing. But when he asked me to push Logan into telling us everything…I was hesitant. But I still agreed. And although he didn't tell me the truth last night, he made an effort. I found that more noble than what James did.

I walked back into my house and locked it up again, taking off my sweater. I walked back into my bedroom and was pleasantly surprised to see Logan awake. When he saw me walk in, he sat up, pulling the blanket with him and yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Where'd you go?" I smiled pulling the blankets back and climbed in next to him. I kissed his cheek before sitting back against the headboard and pulling him back with me. "You're cold."

"I was outside…Kendall was picking something up for the bakery." He only nodded against my chest as he snuggled on it, and yawned again. I set a hand on his back while the other ran through his messy bed head. We sat in silence for a while, and I was sure he had fallen back asleep. But when I lowered my hand from his head he stirred and looked up at me. I smiled down at him, and he smiled up at me, big, but it hurt. I swallowed hard and gently pushed him up so I could sit up. He frowned and turned to me putting a hand on my leg under the blanket. "Logan…I need to tell you something." He smiled small and surprised me with how quick he was. He pushed me back up against the headboard and climbed on my lap. He put his hands on my neck and brushed his lips against mine.

"I think we did enough talking last night. Maybe we could do something else." He kissed me softly at first but then pushed harder to me. I grabbed his hips and dug my fingertips into him, but turned my head away. He continued to kiss down my neck and jaw, moving one hand down my chest and stomach.

"Logan…" He quickly turned my head and locked eyes with me. He raised his eyebrows, and gave me the cutest face in the world. I opened my mouth, but it was no use. No words came out. He smirked to himself and leaned back in, biting at my bottom lip. He nibbled at my lip ring before moving his lips back down my neck, where he started to suck. I completely forgot what we were going to talk about.

He was pretty strong at taking control, but after a minute of heavy making out, I had, had enough. I flipped us so he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, and I was over top of him. I quickly tore off my shirt and set my hands outside his head. I wanted to lean back into kiss him, but he set his hands on my chest and rubbed over the tattoos there. I frowned when he sat up on his elbows and looked at all of them like they were pieces of art in a museum. "You act like you've never seen tattoos before." He smirked and laid back down running his hands over my arms.

"Well I have…I just have never thought they were sexy. That is until now of course." I laughed sitting on my knees between his open legs and lifted him to a sitting position. He sat up and let me tug off his shirt. He raised his hands and I took it off over his head, tossing it to the side. He laid back quick and because of what he told me last night, I knew he was self-conscious about his scars. I thought he was gorgeous, but even if I told him that, I doubt he'd believe me.

I lowered myself slowly down to his stomach and kissed over his belly button. His hands ran up through my hair and he sighed out softly. "How can a guy with such a tough exterior, be so soft and gentle?" I frowned glancing up at his face and he chuckled. "I'm just saying…you got all these muscles, and piercings and tattoos…yet hold me and kiss me like I'm a little puppy."

"You are a little puppy." He pushed me up quick and rolled us over, so he was straddling my waist. He put his hands on the waist band of my sweats and tugged softly. I raised up on my elbows and watched as he tried to tug off my sweats. "You got yourself up there. And now you want to take my pants off?" He glared at me, scooting off my body and I smiled.

"Shut up…the last time I had sex the majority of our clothes were on." I swallowed hard, knowing he was talking about James, and remembered what I wanted to talk to him about. But as I watched him, transfixed on his hands for some reason, I let my guilty thoughts leave my mind. He shimmied out of my sweats on his body and tugged his boxers down as well. My mouth became parched as he exposed himself to me and roughly shoved me back down onto the bed. I very willingly let him tug off my sweats and my boxers, without saying one word. When we were both undressed he crawled back over me and when our faces were inches apart, he kissed me while grabbing ahold of my flaccid dick, and rubbing softly. I groaned, raising my hands and grabbed the sides of his face. Again…what was I going to tell him?

It was the first time in a long time I had topped during sex. He seemed really hesitant at first…when he got on hands and knees he put a hand on my lower abs and stopped me before I entered. But he seemed to collect himself and let me enter him. It was slow and sensual. It was romantic. Something I'm definitely not used too. And when we came, together (another first for me) he let e fall on my back. He wasted no time in crawling up next to me, and when he got right by me, he wiped off the sweat on my face, making me smile. He giggled, the cutest noise in the world and collapsed on my chest wrapping am arm and leg over my body. I sighed out, happy and looked up at my ceiling, letting hi trace over one of the many tattoos on my left peck. I didn't need to look; just by his tracing I knew he was looking at the tattoo of the dove. "What's the dove for?"

"My mom. She died of cancer when I was 15." He glanced up at my face, sadness covering his own face and I shook my head rubbing his cheek. "It's sad but it was so long ago." He frowned and gently laid his head back down on my chest. "Tell me about your parents." He laughed shaking his head on my chest and I reached down pinching his butt. He squeaked and sat up fast slapping my chest. I also sat up and nuzzled my nose into his neck, kissing softly. His arms wrapped around my neck and he sighed out.

"We should go get breakfast. I worked up an appetite." I nodded licking the shell of his ear and he shivered. "Would it be weird to go to the bakery?" I gently pulled away and he bit his bottom lip shrugging. "I'm just wondering…I don't want Kendall to…" Before he could finish a phone, I assumed his, started to ring. He moved around me, but kept his legs on my lap and grabbed his phone from my nightstand. I set my hands on his butt and rubbed gently. He glanced back at me as he put the phone to his ear and smiled. "Hello? Oh…hi Kendall." He frowned sitting up and I started to feel panicked. "Uhm yeah…I'm with Carlos…yeah we had a great night." He smiled small and sat on my lap facing me. "Actually we were just thinking of going somewhere for breakfast…uhm….sure. That sounds good. Where were you guys thinking?" It went quiet and I went to reach for his phone but he swatted my hand away. "Oh yeah! Okay…I'm sure Carlos doesn't mind driving…okay see you in a bit! Bye!" He hung up and tossed his phone to the side, looking confused. "Well that was weird…Kendall and James invited us to breakfast at their house. I only said yes because I'm hungry, and someone else is gonna cook beside you and I." He pushed off me and jumped off the bed, running out of the room. I heard the bathroom light turn on and it made me get out of bed.

"Do I not get a say?" I walked up behind him as he splashed water on his face and rubbed it. He got back up and frowned drying it with one of my dark green towels.

"Why wouldn't you want to? They are your friends. Which makes me a little curious as to why he called me and not you but…" Probably because he knew I would say no. The only reason being, Kendall is still really pissed off. And he was going to try to get it out of James or Logan one way or another. I didn't want Logan to get hurt and I don't think Kendall cared about my feeling on the subject. "Uhm I'm gonna need some clothes. Mine from yesterday are still dirty and…" I put up a hand and smirked nodding. "This is gonna be fun! It's like…were an official couple!" He kissed me, wrapping his arms around my neck before running out.

I rubbed the back of my neck but I couldn't agree with Logan. This might actually be really, really bad.

Hey…just a fun side note…uhm writing about Carlos the way I have been…I really want him to be covered in tattoos and piercings now. I bet he would be really sexy.