Sorry it took so long, I've been without a computer for a long time. But here goes. By the way, the story's going to start getting very unrealistic, I'm really just writing what comes to mind.

Logan walked to Palm Woods Pool with James' mouth on his neck. His face was flushed with embarrassment, but he was smiling, glad that James didn't mind showing him off. He spotted two empty chairs and pushed James over.

"Alright, James, it's tanning time." Logan dumped his things between the chairs and collapsed onto the left one, lifting his face to the sun and shading his eyes. He gasped when he felt James crawl onto him.

"James!" he hissed. "What are you doing?" James laughed and kissed him.

"Showing you I love you," he said.

"You'll mess up your tan," Logan said, smiling.

"Oh well." James deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Logan's mouth, then peppering his cheek with kisses, down his jaw line, and stopping at his neck again. Logan's eyes slid closed and he sighed in pleasure.

Logan suddenly felt himself moving upwards, James' arms surrounding him.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop asking that and just go with it."

"Where are we going?" James stopped the flow of questions with a kiss and Logan felt both of them falling through the air. Water cascaded around them, filling in every empty space between their bodies. Some of it slipped into Logan's mouth and he closed it tighter around James'. James held him at the bottom of the pool for a few more seconds, then brought both of them to the surface. Logan sucked in a breath desperately.

"What was that for?" he gasped, wiping water out of his eyes.

"I just wanted to try it. What'd you think?"

"What'd I think? You could've drowned me!"

"But how was the kiss?" Logan glared at him, then grinned.

"Surprisingly good." James punched the air, whooping in delight.

"You're such a dork."

"And yet you love me anyways."

"Get me out of the water and I'll love you even more." James lifted Logan up and over the side of the pool and then dragged himself up after him. Logan grabbed a towel and dried himself off.

"Let's go get your tan back." Logan was about to throw himself on the chair again when he realized what time it was.

"I've got to get back!" he cried. James started to pout reaching for Logan's hand. Logan took his and kissed it, then started walking away, talking over his shoulder.

"See you tonight!"

James kicked his chair, annoyed. A stinging pain shot up his leg and he fell into the chair. He gathered up all of his stuff and brought it back up to 2J.

That night, Logan walked in on James playing Solitaire and laughed, leaning down to kiss him. Suddenly, the door flew open and there stood Mama Knight, looking terrifying. Logan moved behind James, who looked scared himself.

"Is there something either of you wanted to tell me?" she demanded.

"I-I-I don't… I don't know what you mean," Logan said.

"So, neither of you were planning on telling me you were together?"

Logan shrank behind James, paling. "Oh god. I'm sorry, Mrs. K., I just sorta forgot."

"You 'sorta forgot!' That's a pretty big thing to forget!"

"We didn't mean to keep it from you," James said. "It just didn't really cross our minds to tell people." Mama Knight sighed.

"Alright, fine. Is there anything else that slipped your mind?" James and Logan looked at each other, then quickly looked away, Logan blushing and James smiling. Mama Knight groaned.

"You're kidding me! You two didn't!" She looked from James to Logan and frowned. "You did. Well, no more."

James shot out of his chair. "But, Mrs.-"

Mama Knight held up her hand. "No more while anyone else is home. And only in your room. Got it?"

"Got it," both boys said. With that, Mama Knight grabbed her purse and went out the door. Logan turned to James.

"You know," he said, "I've been thinking. All we've done so far is have sex, we haven't had any real dates or anything."

"Did you want to?" James asked.

"Kind of."

"Well alright then," James said, pulling Logan into his lap. "What would you say if I asked you to dinner tomorrow?"

"I'd love to. Where do you wanna go?"

"Can I cook for you?" Logan smiled and kissed his forehead.

"That'd be great. I'm off to bed, see you in the morning." Logan walked to their room, James at his heels.

The next night, James was sitting at the table, after kicking everyone out, with a table full of food before him. There was a red tablecloth on the table and the room was full of scented candles. The door to his and Logan's room was closed, a trail of rose petals just peeking out from beneath it. James checked his watch.

"Anytime now," he said to himself, looking at the door.

Half an hour later, the door still hadn't opened and James was pacing, furious.

"This was his idea," he muttered. "Where is he?"

Another half hour passed and James started blowing out the candles and cleaning up the table. Logan was nowhere to be seen and James was getting ready to scream. He heard the door open and he whirled around.

"Wh- OH MY GOD!" he screamed. Logan's shirt was torn, with half of the buttons missing. His pants and boxers were gone. His body was covered in bruises, his lip was cut and one of his eyes swollen shut. The hair on the back of his head was matted down with blood.

"Logan?" James whispered.

"Help," Logan choked out before his knees buckled and he fell forward.