AN: I had a bit of time since I'm done with most of my midterms. And just to make it up for you guys, I made this chapter extra long since I don't know when I can update again. I know I mentioned this in my other fic but if anyone has an AO3 account, can you send me an invite please? (nerdgasmff )^^ I want to post my work in there. Thanks for the continued support. Please continue to review and tell me your thoughts. Now on with the chapter.

Logan felt content in his slumber. Cocooned by a blanket of warmth, soft velvety sheets tangled between his fingers, his face cooled by the soft chill of the air conditioner contrasting with the rest of his body. What's more, pressed against his back was heat, intense yet comfortable. He pressed himself closer to the source, aching for more, feeling the firm yet soft frame pressed against him he thought to be hotel bed. One of the perks of staying at a luxury hotel, temperature controlled beds. He vaguely remembered an object slung over his waist but shrugged it away not bothering with the details. He sighed in contentment before sleep washed over him yet again.

The next time that his rest was interrupted wasn't so glamorous. The warmth was still there still enveloping him in its tight embrace but a nagging object was pressing against his lower back, digging into his skin quite uncomfortably. His thoughts immediately thought of the last time something similar occurred a few weeks back. He unfortunately, fell asleep on the couch after an exhausting day not having the energy to drag his limp body to his bedroom for a proper rest. Throughout his sleep, wedged between him and the couch cushion was the infernal remote bringing him endless discomfort. The fatigue was too powerful so he bluntly ignored the object and was that a mistake he hoped to never do again.

Not this time, he thought sleepily. Not wanting to fully wake, he blindly wedged his arm between his back and the mattress searching for the blunt object causing his discomfort. His finger brushed against the stiff rod. He caught the object and wasted no second to latch on it with a kung-fu death grip as if to squeeze the life out of the fiend for the atrocious act of disturbing his sleep.

He faintly heard a groan of discomfort but brushed it away. Kendall wasn't the problem, this thing digging into his skin was. But as his hand continued to coil on the object, he couldn't help but be perplexed. The object didn't feel like a remote control.

He relaxed his fingers and experimentally stroked the length of the rod searching for the rugged bumps of the buttons but found nothing, just smooth, unnaturally firm and hot surface against his fingers. As he did this, he felt a heated breath that ghosted the back of his neck, followed by a needy moan.

Logan felt around, his hand exploring, brushing against the rod once in a while. It didn't feel like the mattress.

"Stop teasing me," groggily giggled someone unusually close to him like it came from right behind him. Logan abruptly stopped his movements.

"Don't stop," a voice whined. Logan's eyes shot open and just then he realized he wasn't on his back but on his side. It was the mattress behind him pressed again his back, it was…

Logan slowly turned his head, tremendously hesitating to look his mind screaming ABORT!, desperately trying to stop Logan from the scarring realization.

"Stop, your hair tickles," giggled Kendall as he pulled Logan closer and that was it for Logan.

He screamed scooting away from the blonde as fast as possible expect he underestimated where he had been on the mattress as he fell instantaneously to the floor, thankful for the plush carpet that cushioned his fall seeing as how he went face first, eating it pretty hard. In his useless attempt to prevent the fall, Logan clawed at the comforter yanking the lush sheet with him.

The abrupt chill added to the piercing scream, flailing limbs that smacked him and the loud thud of something heavy failing on the ground, Kendall jolted upright, looking around confused in his sleep-disorientated state.

"Uh wha-," he mumbled looking around frantic, a slight panic overtaking his whole body.

He rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes and looked around with a pout. He was fully aware his throbbing erection and the spike of arousal in the last few minutes of his sleep thanks to a very vivid dream of a brunette which may or may not have been Logan, paying loyal worshipping to his family jewels. He looked around expecting to find Logan in the bed but found it empty. He saw the crumpled comforter partly hanging at the edge of the bed.

Kendall peered over the edge and found Logan groaning painfully sprawled on the ground, ass sticking up in the air. He couldn't help but snicker at the picture and be even more aroused than he already was.

"Did you fall?" he asked, chocking back the chuckle, licking his lips hungrily.

Logan shuffled away clutching the comforter along with him. He distanced himself for a good 3 feet before facing Kendall. Kendall scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion with a slight tilt to the head finding the behavior odd.

Logan looked horrified and scandalized like he just committed something or something was done to him. The comforter was clutch high like a shield, hiding his body from the shame as if he was caught mid-coitus. Then Kendall's eyes widened in realization. He gazed down at his perk erection tenting in his bottom wear, then shifted to where he was on the bed before he moved to peer over the edge finding it unnaturally close to Logan's end of the bed. No, that was lightly saying it, understating it to the extreme. Kendall was IN Logan's side of the bed. The sheer shock from realization rendered Kendall's brain unable to form sentences.

My…Logan…Boner…Back…Press…Touch…Dream…Real…FUCK, he thought in coherently, mouth agape.

"Uh," he managed to squeak out but before any follow ups, Logan was already on his feet scurrying away, diving into the bathroom for the escape he desperately craved. The bathroom door slammed shut. Kendall cringed.

"Logan," he called out shuffling to get off the bed only to have his feet tangled up with the bed sheets, sending him down tumbling in the same fashion as Logan only this time, Kendall's face made painful detour towards the lamp table, bashing his forehead against the hard polished surface before kissing the furry layer of carpeting, ending with a loud crash as the lamp tipped over the edge only inches from Kendall's head.

A few seconds after Logan's dramatic door slam and Kendall's graceful make-out session with the side table and carpet generating enough ruckuses to wake the whole building, the bedroom door burst open revealing a frantic Mrs. Knight, hair ruffled from the night sleep.

"What? What happened?" she questioned going full mother mode as Kendall lifted himself off the floor groaning in pain as he massaged the throbbing sensation in his forehead.

"Oh my god," she screeched, covering her eyes.

"Mom!" shrieked Kendall once shaken out of his disorientation, noticing that he was still parading his morning wood for anyone to see. He hauled any of the fabric from the bed, haphazardly covering his lower region, face flushed with embarrassment.

"Is it safe?" cautiously asked Mrs. Knight not even daring to peek between her fingers.

"Yes," he sighed in reply. "I'm decent."

"Good," she breathed out, lowering her hands from her face. "What happened?" she said, repeating her first question.

"N-nothing," stuttered Kendall avoiding eye contact. "I just fell is all," he explained hiding majority of the turn of events.

"And where's Logan?" she pressed on.

Not even daring to look in the general vicinity of where the brunette was currently at, Kendall merely pointed to the bathroom or at least what he thought to be the general direction of the door. He couldn't dare to check.

Mrs. Knight marched to the door and knocked.

"Logan sweetie, are you okay?" she asked, pressing her side against the door.

"Ye-yeah, I'm fine," Logan called out from the other side of the door. "Just had to really pee. Don't want to get bladder infection or anything," he explained letting out a forced mixed with nervousness laugh.

"Okay," she replied back.

"Sorry about the door. I didn't mean to wake you up," he apologized.

"That's perfectly fine honey. I was just worried," she assured him.

She abandoned her position at the door and headed out of the room. Before she left she turned around to face her son. He was still wrapped in bed sheets avoiding eye contact looking down as if the floor was the most fascinating thing in the room. She shook her head fondly.

"Breakfast in 15 minutes. If you need more time to uh…fix your problem," she smirked, "then just meet us down."

"Sure," he replied finally daring to look up.

"I know you're uh, active in that department but I still want to think that you are my pure innocent baby boy so just keep it quiet," she said, half serious about the statement.

"Mom!" he whined in protest.

"I'm sure Logan would be more than happy to help if you asked nicely," she said, couldn't help teasing her son.

"MOM!" he shrieked.

"15 minutes," she chimed before leaving the room not missing the exaggerated groaned from her son before the door shut behind her.

-Page Break-

After a grueling 5 minutes of self-inflicted scarring from vivid imagination of old obese couples wearing a bikini and a speedo, dead puppies, and his secret weapon, his grandma's saggy boobs that he unfortunately caught a glimpse at last Christmas, his little problem subsided back in his pants.

He cautiously approached the bathroom door, contemplating his limited options.

I can talk to him and it'll be awkward, he thought. Or, I can avoid this entirely and hope it blows away and we can get back to our fake relationship.

Kendall liked the prospects of the latter but unfortunately for him, his body bypassed the logical cognitive processing entirely, or what his brain was logical decision and knocked on the door. He winced at every knuckle-wood collision.

"Uh…Logan?" he said but no answer came. Who could blame him? Kendall was still fuzzy about what exactly happened except he breached their previous agreement of personal space in bed, not to mention the morning wood that he dreamt of being service by Logan's... No he couldn't think about that. Not when he just adverted his problem.

"My mom said to meet then down in 10 minutes," he informed him and yet still no answer.

"Look, Logan I'm sorry," he apologized. He tried to elaborate more but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He stomped towards the doors and yanked it open.

"Mom we-" began Kendall but it wasn't his mother at the door.

"Hey Kendall, Logan there?" asked Carlos leaning to the side to see past the towering blonde.

"What are you doing here Carlos?" asked Kendall ignoring the question altogether.

"I passed by your mom in the lobby and she asked if I wanted to eat breakfast with you guys. I asked if Logan was gonna be there. She said yes so I took her up on the offer," explained Carlos.

"Great," he said unenthusiastically, "But that doesn't answer my question, what are you doing here?" he asked again.

"I texted Logan telling him that I'll be eating with you guys and he told me to come get him. That's weird. Did something happen?" he questioned suspiciously.

"No, nothing, nothing at all," rumbled Kendall exhaling a nervous chuckle.

Carlos narrowed his eyes at the blonde sensing the uneasiness.

"He's in the bathroom," promptly said Kendall avoiding the critical gaze and settling himself down at the edge of the bed.

Carlos made his way to the bathroom and knocked.

"Logan?" tentatively asked Carlos.

Instead of a response, the door creaked open and Logan stepped out of the room still donning his sleepwear. He threw himself at Carlos and hugged the Latino. Kendall tried not to cringe with jealousy and hurt as the brunette refused to make eye contact.

"Thanks," mumbled Logan.

"You're welcome," replied Carlos, ending the statement more as a question. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah, just really wanted to see you," shrugged Logan. "You probably didn't want to be there yet so I did you a favor."

"Thanks. I do feel a bit uneasy from the looks that I get from James and Camille," said Carlos.

Logan chuckled. "You'll get used to it."

Logan walked to the closet and rummaged for a change of clothes without so much as sparing a glance at Kendall.

"Kendall, me and Carlos will meet you down there," said Logan, his gaze fixated at the opened duffle bag.

Kendall didn't miss the miniscule twitch at the corner of Carlos mouth.

Bastard, thought Kendall. "Logan, I-" was the only thing Kendall manage before Logan cut him off.

"We'll talk later Kendall. We'll meet you down there," said Logan with finality, perfectly clear that the argument was closed for the time being.

Carlos didn't even try to hide the huge smug grin on his face. Kendall didn't miss the silent giggle as the Latino's shoulder's trembled from the effort.

Sighing in defeat, Kendall stood up and exited the bedroom without another word.

-Page Break-

Kendall went straight to the buffet line ignoring the skeptical looks aimed his way. They must all be wondering why he was alone and right now, he wanted to avoid the inevitable questioning as much as possible. So, he took his time scanning the various breakfast foods, picking bit of everything even though he had no appetite at the moment. Not able to stall anymore, he walked back to where the rest were seated.

There were 3 open seats on one side of the table; Mr. and Mrs. Knight were sitting at the ends while James, Camille and Katie sat at the opposite end. Kendall sighed and settled at the edge sitting next to his mom and facing Katie. Just when he sat, they were joined by Carlos and Logan. Mr. Knight ushered them to go eat and wasted no second in getting their food.

When they returned, just when Carlos was about to sit on the other edge leaving Logan the middle seat next to Kendall, the brunette subtlety pushed the Latino to the middle seat and sat at the edge instead. The action was not missed by anyone. Once they sensed something wrong from Kendall, they began to closely observe the two and by Logan's action alone, they knew something was definitely wrong.

Katie narrowed her eyes at Kendall. Cowering at her glare, he mistakenly switched his gaze at his mother who was, he should have known, sporting the same analyzing eyes as her daughter. He promptly bowed his head and focused on the plate of food in front of him.

They continued to eat. Small talks were thrown here and there; sharing stories especially Carlos whom they don't know quite yet. The Latino happily shared information about himself and was being his usual charming self. Everyone talked to each other except for Logan and Kendall. Carlos was ignoring the blonde as well which the others found odd.

Once everyone was done, Mr. Knight informed them of the day's agenda.

"Today, we're going to the carnival," he announced.

Cheers erupted after hearing the news.

"Carlos, you are welcome to come," added Mrs. Knight. "A friend of Logan's is always welcome."

"Thanks Mrs. Knight. I'm sure my parents won't mind," he said.

"We'll rendezvous at the lobby in 30 minutes so get everything ready before we leave," finished Mr. Knight before dismissing everyone.

-Page Break-

Neither one talked on the way to the carnival. Kendall tried but no words came out of his gapping mouth. Once they paid and are inside, Mr. and Mrs. Knight and through much protest, Katie detached themselves from the group leaving the rest to do as they pleased. After braving a couple of nausea inducing rides, the group agreed to take a break and sample the game booths manned by conning carnies.

James and Carlos went ballistic trying all the games, competing on who can get the most plush toys. But because of their competitive nature and insistent in playing dirty, the two ended up with nothing but a distinctively lighter wallets. Kendall ended up being dragged into the competition but without motivation, no effort was put into the game.

Logan and Camille just watched the two on the sidelines, cheering them on with mostly Logan cheering on Carlos. Kendall tried not to grimace over that fact but he failed miserably.

They continued down the booths avoiding certain ones that are obviously impossible to win.

Logan stopped abruptly, his gazed fixated on a particular prize that hung on the side.

"What is it Logie?" asked Carlos stopping next to Logan to look.

"I want one," said Logan, eyes still transfixed at the plush object. It was a white tiger plushy.

Carlos took a closer look on the game and pouted. Not only was it expensive, the game itself was almost impossible. 3 blocks were stacked 2 to 1. To win the game, you must knock all the blocks out of the platform using a toy gun loaded with a baseball projectile making it almost impossible to aim.

"$5 per game," he read out loud. "And it looks hard too. You wanna try anyway?"

Logan debated for a moment and decided to give it a try. He paid the worker and was handed the toy gun. He aimed as well as possible and pulled the trigger. Like they thought, Logan completely missed the target.

"You wanna try again?" proposed Carlos.

Logan shook his head.

"Why don't we go try somewhere else? Maybe they have other booths with tigers as priced," offered Carlos.

"You're right," Logan sadly sighed.

However, Kendall didn't miss the lingering look of longing when Logan turned to leave. He gazed back at the plush toy.

"Kendall you coming?" called out Camille. He must've been staring at it for a while because everyone was already a few feet away. He jogged to meet up with them but he just couldn't get his thoughts away from the white tiger or Logan's dejected expression.

-Page break-

Halfway through the booths, the group decided to eat. James and Camille ordered a healthy salad dressing on the side. Logan settled for a hotdog and soda while Kendall ordered nachos. They all looked at Carlos with a mixture of pure amazement and disgust as he strutted back to the table with a plate full of corndogs enough for 4 people except for Logan.

"I am not eating that," stated James looking revolted.

"Good because they're not for you," retorted the Latino, taking a corndog in each hand before alternating to the other in between bites.

"How can you eat that and that much?" questioned Camille mindlessly shoving the salad into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

"It's so good," mumbled Carlos with his mouth full of food, unattractively displaying the masticated corndog.

"Forget I asked," said Camille turning away to gag.

"You get used to it," shrugged Logan.

"And that's why I love you," smiled Carlos, pointing the half bitten corndog at Logan.

Logan chuckled and shook his head fondly.

"I'm gonna go somewhere," announced Kendall out of the blue. "Just text me where you're at if I'm not back yet." The three nodded in acknowledgement. Kendall spared a glance at Logan to get an inkling of what he's feeling. Unfortunately, the brunette's expression remained neutral and unreadable. So, Kendall just stood up, threw away his barely eaten nachos and walked away.

-Page Break-

Kendall stood in front of the block game booth yet again but this time manned by a different carnie. As he expected, the booth was relatively empty given its difficulty but Kendall didn't care. He paid the girl and was handed the toy gun. He took aim and fired only to miss completely like Logan. He grumbled and dug another $5 from his wallet and slammed it at the counter as the girl reloaded the gun again.

-10 minutes-

"Sir, I think you should just stop," suggested the girl as he tentatively snatched the bill out of the counter for the…she didn't even know.

"Just give me the gun," snapped Kendall holding out his hand for the infernal contraption.

The girl sighed and conceded with the blondes wish.

-10 minutes-

Kendall was down to his last bill. He clutched the paper and mumbled a whispered prayer. He's not very religious but he was getting desperate. Only a miracle would get him that toy.

This was his last shot. He was all out of money. He took aim but the pressure was too great. His whole body was shaking. His palms were sweaty. He tried to calm himself by taking deep breaths but it didn't work. He lowered the gun at the counter but instead, the toy slipped off his fingers from the slick lubrication, hit the counter and triggered the firing mechanism sending the sphere of damnation rocketing straight to the ground.

He swore loudly. "Wait that doesn't count," he protested. "The thing went off by itself."

The girl gave him a pitiful look and sighed. "Why do you want the tiger so bad?"

"Because…" he trailed off.

"Is this for a girl?" she cut him off.

"Not exactly…" he trailed off again.

"A guy then?" she deduced.

"Wha-what? No?" he stammered.

"No? or No," she pressed on, cocking an eyebrow.

"No?" he answered.

She sighed. "Look, why don't I just give you one?" she offered. "You already spent almost $200. You pretty much paid as much as we did getting them anyways."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Just don't tell my boss or he'll skin me alive," she chuckled getting one of the tigers off the wall and handing him one.

"Take your money too," she added, handing the wad of cash.

"No, it's fine," he said pushing it away.

"You're perfectly fine spending almost $200 on a toy?" she questioned.

He chuckled nervously avoiding eye contact. She rolled her eyes and took out $5. "At least take the $5. Technically, the last one didn't count."

He was about to argue but she cut him off. "I'll take back the tiger if you don't take it," she half-threatened.

He couldn't argue with that so he took the money and thanked her for the toy before stuffing it in his jacket pocket.

-Page Break-

He checked his phone and found several texts telling him where they were at the time. The latest one said that they were near the Tilt-O-Whirl, another yet nauseating ride. He strutted towards the ride with a surprising spring to his feet. He need to make amends and just got the perfect offering. He couldn't help but grin widely.

He found the group standing in line and they seem to be arguing. He approached them and as he got closer he heard what they were arguing about.

"Camille, I don't want to go," whined Logan.

"Come on it's not so bad," argued Camille.

"I'm still dizzy from the other rides," he groaned.

"Don't be such a baby," she shot back.

He grumbled.

"Kendall!" exclaimed Camille once she saw him approaching. "Just in time. Come one we're next."

"Actually can I talk to Logan?" he said looking at the brunette.

Relieved to have an escape from yet another excruciatingly dizzying ride, Logan instantly agreed forgetting for a second that he's not too fond of Kendall at the moment.

"Thanks," said Logan. "I really did not want to spin out uncontrollably again."

"No problem," smiled Kendall.

"So…" trailed Logan. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I um…wanted to uh…apologize for this morning," stammered Kendall.

"Oh," was all Logan said.

"And I also want to gi-" he started to add but was overshadowed by the obnoxious screaming.

"Logan! Logan! Logan!," yelled out Carlos as he dashed towards the two clutching the biggest stuffed tiger almost as big as he was.

"Carlos, what is that?" asked Logan completely taken back by the sheer size of the toy.

"It's the tiger you wanted. Well sorta, it's not white," he said petting the oversized animal. "At least it's big and fluffy and still a tiger," he defended offering the extra stuffed animal plushy.

"Thanks Carlos," replied Logan taking the toy appreciatively. "Isn't this a bit big?"

Carlos just shrugged like it was no big deal.

Kendall shoved the toy back in his pocket. Carlos didn't miss the act or the striking contract between the white fur and the tan jacket. Just like that, the smug grin on his face was back again.

Logan turned back towards Kendall. "What were you saying?" he asked again having difficulty lugging the stuffed toy.

"Nothing, just wanted to apologize," replied Kendall.

Logan nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to Carlos, chatting him up as they waited for the other two.

-Page Break-

It was reaching the end of the day and they have just enough time for one last ride. The group decided to meet up at the Ferris wheel this time along with Mr. and Mrs. Knight and Katie. The broke into two's James with Katie, Camille and Carlos, after some protest and Camille guilt tripping Carlos, Mr. and Mrs. Knight and Kendall and Logan. They loaded into separate carts.

"Here," said Kendall offering a hand.

Logan took the hand and offered him a grateful smile. He mumbled a thanks and sat down placing the toy next to him. Kendall took a seat across from Logan as they waited for the rest of the carts to be filled. They remained silent as the wheel completed a full circle until Kendall broke the silence.

"I'm sorry," he apologized bowing his head down. Another minute of silence washed over them.

Logan sighed. "I should be the one apologizing."

Kendall's head snapped up. "Why? It was me who came to your side of the bed and my…you know…that…yeah," he sighed not having the bravery to utter the vulgar words.

Logan moved seats and sat next to Kendall but made sure to leave a space between them, leaving the toy behind.

"But I was the one who touched you in…the thing. I wasn't exactly innocent," offered Logan.

Kendall couldn't help but chuckle. "What?" asked Logan.

"Sorry," breathe out Kendall. "It's just, we're acting like 5th graders. We can't even say penis or boners," he said before laughing again.

"Really? I just had the scarring experience of giving you a handjob and your hear laughing about it?," whined Logan but having trouble fighting the grin.

"That couldn't even count as a handjob," smirked Kendall.

"And what is your definition of a handjob Mr. Sexpert?" teased Logan.

"Skin to skin. You didn't even do it all the way. I was still very much hard when you left for the bathroom," shrugged Kendall.

"Unbelievable," sighed Logan in fake exasperation finally surrendering to his grin.

"Not only did I not finish but I had to visualize my grandma's saggy boobs just to get it to go down," complained Kendall.

"Ew, ew, ew," whined Logan, gagging at the thought. "I did not need to visualize that."

"You don't even know my grandma," argued Kendall.

"Yeah but I did have one and I don't want to imagine that," he said shuddering from the thought.

"I also had to imagine dead puppies," elaborated Kendall.

"No, that's sick," said Logan.

"AND," added Kendall.

"No!" complained Logan, covering both ears and repeating a mantra of Lalala's.

Kendall tried to wrestle Logan's hands away from his ears to resume the vulgar imagery torture but he couldn't. He then started tickling him on his sides, eliciting a high pitched shriek from the brunette rocking the whole cart. Kendall continued his assault until Logan lowered his hand. Kendall snatched this golden opportunity and whispered, "Naked fat old people wearing a bikini and speedo."

"EW! That is sick," spat Logan, pushing Kendall away.

Kendall laughed and fist pumped in the air in victory.

"Jerk," sneered Logan, placing a playful punch at Kendall's shoulder.

"Ow," whined Kendall moaning exaggerated words of discomfort. "My shoulder. It's been dislocated. The pain," he mocked dramatically.

This time Logan punched him without restraint on the same shoulder. This time, Kendall wailed in real distress.

"We're good Kendall," he said smugly.

"We better be. Ow, I think you did dislocate my shoulder," he complained massaging his shoulder.

Another round and the Ferris wheel stopped abruptly. Everyone on each cart peered out to check what was happening.

"Sorry folks," yelled the operator. "We're experiencing a power failure in our generators. Don't panic. We'll have it fixed in a bit," he explained.

Just then, it started drizzling progressively turning into a downpour.

"Oh great!" complained Logan. "And we're stuck on the top."

As Kendall shed his jacket to use at a cover, the shite tiger plushy popped out of his jacket pocket. Luckily, he caught it on time before it hit the cart floor, muddy water already pooling in the middle from years of wear and tear damage, before stuffing it under his shirt. Too late, Logan already caught sight of it.

"Is that?" he asked pointing at the noticeable bulge under his shirt.

"No," denied Kendall. "Come on get under here before you get even wetter."

Logan ducked under and scooted closer, taking shelter under the makeshift cover. The close proximity was unnerving to both of them. Their faces were so close; they could feel every puff of breathe from their slightly parted lips. They stared at each other's eyes. Kendall swallowed dryly. Logan could perfectly see his Adam's apple bob at the action and couldn't help but do that same. Logan held his hand up and placed it at Kendall's cheek. Kendall's breathe hitched at the contact. Logan caressed his cheek, bringing it down to his neck; pass his shoulder to his chest, trailing down to his side. Logan snaked the same hand under Kendall's shirt and rubbed at the skin underneath. Kendall licked his lips as they continued to stare at each other's eyes. Logan shifted his hand towards his stomach and just like that it was gone. He wanted to look down but couldn't look away from those piercing brown eyes. He could've kept it up until a white blur obstructed his line of vision.

"It is the white tiger," said Logan, holding the plush toy next to his face.

"Uh," was all Kendall could muster.

"Did you get this? For me?" he asked with pleading eyes.

Kendall couldn't lie now. "Yeah."

"Is this what you wanted to give me earlier?" Logan pressed on.

"Yeah," repeated Kendall.

"Why didn't you?" questioned Logan. "I really wanted it."

"I was gonna but…" he trailed off pointing at the enormous stuff animal.

"Right, which is now soaking wet and gross," pointed Logan out.

"How could I compete with that?" said Kendall.

"That's Carlos treating everything as a competition," sighed Logan.

"I can see that," agreed Kendall.

"To tell you the truth, that thing is too big and I really do like white tigers," said Logan smiling fondly at the small plush toy. "Thanks Kendall," he said appreciatively, leading his head on Kendall's shoulder, smiling another dazzlingly crooked smile.

"No problem," he smiled in return.

They smile at each other before Logan was caught off guard and gracefully sneezed right at Kendall face.

"That's just lovely," groaned Kendall wiping the specks with his arm.

"Sorry," sniffled Logan, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

AN: I hope I trolled some people with that scene at the end. Hehehehe. Sorry I just felt like it because of what Uncle Rick did in Mark of Athena. I'm still not over that ending and I'm still in the process of picking up the piece of my heart that was shattered and scattered. My poor Percybeth heart. I just needed something to distract myself from that. Any ways I hoped you guys liked it. Please review and tell me what you think. Like always, stay nerdy.

P.S. Sorry about the mistakes in there. I rarely edit my work and I don't trust myself in editing so yeah. I think I post too slow to beta it first so I'm sorry. I there are a lot of mistakes, please don't hesitate to tell me. It would help a lot and I will update the mistakes ASAP.