James woke up suddenly, shivering with pleasure. He heard the door opening and the voices of Mrs. Knight and Katie floating in. He looked over and saw both Kendall and Logan in his bed, all three of them naked. He shook them both awake.

"What?" Logan asked. Then, he heard the girls and shot out of bed instantly, pulling on his clothes quickly.

"Kendall, it's your family, shouldn't you be moving faster?" James asked, simply pulling a pair of boxers on and slipping under the covers.

Kendall sighed and slid into his jeans and t-shirt. "So… I guess that's it. Thanks, Logan, James." Logan watched him, clearly thinking.

"We'll see, Kendall." Kendall instantly perked up.

"I'll take it!"

The door suddenly opened and Mrs. Knight peeked in. Thankfully, Logan had just finished buttoning his vest. "What's going on, you three?"

Logan and Kendall glanced at each other, worried. James looked at the two of them and rolled his eyes, muttering, "God."

"Well," James said, sounding annoyed, "I was trying to take a nap, and these two thought it would be a good idea to play a game that's apparently called 'Keep James from Relaxing Because We're Two Jerks!'"

"Bit of a long name, don't you think?" Kendall said, playing along.

"Well, maybe if I'd finished my nap, I would be able to think more clearly and have a better, shorter name. Then again, if I'd been able to finish my nap, we wouldn't need to be naming any games."

"Alright, boys, get out here and leave James in peace. Divas need their beauty sleep," Mrs. Knight said.

"Hey!" But she was already gone.

"Thank you," Logan said, quickly kissing him before following Kendall out the door. James sank into his pillow. He slowly drifted off.

When James woke up, it was clearly the next morning, and he was alone again.

James slid out of bed, testing his leg. It was a little sore, but it didn't hurt much any more. He dressed and walked into the living room. He paused for a moment, wondering if he'd be able to go to Rocque Records the next day. He tried spinning on the leg.

His leg suddenly gave out and he crashed to the floor, hitting his head hard.

"Damn!" he hissed, slowly pulling himself up with the help of the couch, which he then slid onto. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

Logan walked in an hour later and saw James sprawled across the couch. "Is your leg feeling better, then?"

"I can walk fine. I can't dance, though." James turned to look at Logan and cringed. His head still hurt. "Can we go to the pool?"

Logan suddenly blanched. "Oh no." James stared at him, wondering what was wrong. Then, he realized what Logan was thinking.

"Oh, don't even pretend, Logan! However, if I stay inside all week, I'm gonna start turning just as pale as you are."

"Because that makes me want to help you, James." Logan rolled his eyes. Then, he made the mistake of glancing at James, who looked so desperate that he couldn't refuse him.

"Fine. But you have to walk by yourself."

"Deal!"

Logan and James walked into their room and Logan watched while James changed into a swim suit and grabbed a towel. He put on a suit, too, and then pulled a shirt on.

"Oh, hell no," James said.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Logie, you're not wearing a shirt to the pool. You look too good to cover yourself up."

"Well, James, I'll be next to you. So I'd rather not go shirtless, because here's what everyone will be thinking. 'Wow, that tall one is really hot, and the short one really isn't. On what earth could they be together?' And then girls and gay guys will be jumping you."

"Except you're forgetting something. First, no one outside of Big Time Rush knows that either of us are gay. Second, you're beautiful."

"If we walked together, people would see your washboard abs, then my flat stomach. They would see your tan skin, and my pale skin. They see your perfect smile, and my nerdy looks. In other words, they see an Adonis, and a geek."

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm right."

"You're adorable. And you're skin isn't pale."

"You just said-"

"Logan, anything lighter than a caramel tinge is something I don't want to be. You, however, have beautiful, creamy skin, that's just as soft as silk. And, by the way, if you wore something tighter, people could see your delicious ass, and then no one would think you weren't hot."

"Oh, shut it, James."

"I'm not kidding. In fact, turn around."

"James, I don't want to be fucked right now, I need to be able to dance later, and I can't do that if my ass is on fire."

"Then I won't. Turn around, though." Logan eyed James warily, then moved so he was lying on his stomach, his ass presented to James.

James yanked the suit he was wearing off and Logan gasped. He was expecting it, of course, but the sudden cold air surprised him.

"James what are you doing?" he asked, feeling very exposed with his bare ass sticking out and facing the door, which anyone could walk through.

"Just calm down, Logie. This'll feel fine, I promise. And you'll still be able to dance, so don't worry."

Logan was about to ask again when he felt his butt cheeks being spread and James nuzzling his face in.

"James, what- OH GOD!" James' tongue had suddenly slipped in and Logan jumped. The tongue flicked in and out, then started to swirl around inside.

Logan lay there, pressing back towards James as he continued to lick his ass.

James pulled out and smacked Logan's ass, then stood up. Logan pulled up his suit.

James suddenly grabbed Logan and kissed him, his tongue darting into his mouth. Logan fell into the kiss, then remembered where James' tongue had just been. He jumped back.

"Oh, gross! Go brush your teeth or something, Jamie! I've got to brush mine now anyway." James rolled his eyes, but did as Logan asked.

"Now can we go to the pool?" he asked.

"Alright."

They were about to walk out the front door when James stopped Logan. Logan smiled at him, thinking he was about to be kissed again.

Suddenly, he felt his shirt being ripped off and then he was dragged out the door. Logan looked down and realized James had tricked him and taken him outside shirtless.

"James let me grab my shirt! Please!"

"No, you always wear a shirt to the pool, and, frankly, it's just weird. You'll be fine." He wrapped his arms around Logan.

As much as Logan enjoyed the feeling of his bare skin against James' he tried to go back. But James had a vice-like grip on him and was steering him towards the elevator.

"James!"

"As much as I like you being happy, I like your body more. And you shouldn't be so self-conscious, you look good."

Logan tried to slip out again, but it was no use. He was suddenly inside the elevator and the doors were closed and it was moving down. He groaned.

"You suck," he said. James turned towards him and grinned.

"Well if you want me to." Logan was confused until his suit was being yanked down again and James' lips were around his cock.

"God you're messed up," he gasped. He couldn't help but moan when James started sucking him, even if they were in an elevator.

The doors were starting to close when James hit the buttons without looking. The elevator door closed and they were moving up towards the fifth floor.

The bell dinged just as Logan cried out and came in James' mouth. He shuddered as James sat back, his suit still around his ankles. He was leaning down to pull them up when he heard a deep chuckle and he whipped around, falling over.

An old man stood waiting, and Logan blushed, trying to yank his pants up. "James, help!" he hissed. Somehow, his suit had gotten twisted up and he couldn't pull it up.

James laughed and fixed Logan's suit, then pulled it up his body. The entire time, the old man stood there.

"Sorry," Logan said, hopping to his feet. The old man started to laugh again and Logan quickly hit the button for the lobby.

James started cracking up, sliding down the elevator and clutching his stomach.

"It's not funny!" Logan said.

"You're right!" James gasped. "It's hilarious!"

The bell dinged again and James stood up, wiping his eyes. Then, he and Logan walked out of the elevator.

Logan was very aware of his bare chest. He tried to hold his towel in front of him.

"Calm down," James whispered, breathing the words in Logan's ear. Logan immediately relaxed, his arms falling slack. He collapsed into James.

Then, he heard the whispers starting as James kissed the top of his head. He fidgeted, pulling away. James sighed, annoyed.

"Who cares what they think, Logie?"

"I do. I don't like people judging me."

"Well, thankfully, I don't care. So…" James looked at Logan, smiling. Logan stared at him, more than a little worried.

Suddenly, James grabbed Logan's arms and pushed him gently but firmly into the wall. As their lips crashed together there were numerous gasps.

James pulled away for a second and Logan gasped for breath. Then he said, "What're you doing?"

"Making sure everyone knows that you're mine." James kissed him again, then started sucking at his neck.

"James, get- oh fuck!" James' knee was rubbing Logan's hard-on. Logan's eyes fluttered and he saw the Jennifers giggling. The more he tried to shove James away, the stronger James' grip became. Soon enough he could do no more than look around and speak, though he didn't do any talking. The embarrassed look in his eyes betrayed was trying to counter the loud moans spilling from his lips.

James suddenly pulled away and Logan relaxed.

"Let's go swim."