I'll Do Anything For You

Summary: James asks Logan to be his pretend boyfriend. When has Logan ever been able to say no?

Pairing: James/Logan, Logan/Kendall

Rating: M

AN: I really do apologize. I can only write this one at ridiculous hours of the night. I'm hitting pause on the A Fairytale Ending until it feels less cracktastic. This one will be getting more frequent updates. Happy times from here on out, I think. Although I do have an affinity for angst so I probably wouldn't trust me. Hope you're still reading! Your feedback is appreciated and so, so adored.

Chapter Nine

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do

- Lana Del Rey, "Video Games"

"Logan!" He reached the elevator as Logan waited. Logan was fuming, shaking with rage, shaking his head back and forth slightly and looking anywhere but at James.

"Let me explain." He pulled at Logan's wrist, anything to keep Logan from leaving. Logan squirmed out of his reach and held up his hands to ward James away.

"Explain what, James? So you didn't get a girl pregnant?" Logan asked, challenging, as if he already knew the answer. The doubt was upsetting but not entirely unwarranted.

James could only bite at his lips nervously. He's slept with so many people in the past year that the idea was not entirely impossible. Although in the handful of girls, only one memory in particular seemed likely. "I, uh…maybe?" He shrugged.

Logan's hands are at his shoulders shoving him backwards. James stumbled for a moment. "What the fuck? I thought you were gay!"

"I am! There was this one girl…it was an accident!" He couldn't even remember what she looked like. Brunette, maybe? There were shots, definitely a copious amount of shots.

"An accident?" Logan raised an eyebrow, "I don't understand, did you trip?"

"Logan." James frowned.

"No, please, explain to me how you accidentally slept with a girl."

James' mind is reeling. He can't really explain himself. But he's frantic, anything to keep Logan from leaving, anything. "Please stay with me? Please?" He begs. He's only just gotten Logan. Life is so unfair.

Logan takes a deep breath and the elevator beside them dings open. "Look, maybe this was a mistake. I just need some time. We can still be friends. You have a lot to deal with right now."

"No." James shakes his head. Logan moves towards the elevator and James blocks him, hands on both sides of the doorway to stop Logan from leaving. "No." He repeats.

"James." Logan warns, exhausted.

The elevator closes behind him and only then does he drop his hands, "No. You're not leaving. You can't give up. I love you. I love you, Logan. Let me make it up to you. Do you love me?"

Logan doesn't answer. He only looks towards the floor with far too much sadness for James' liking. "How can we have a relationship, James? This whole thing started as a lie. I just wanted to help you. This isn't what I signed up for."

"Please." He begs. He doesn't care how desperate he sounds. He just needs Logan to stay. "Maybe being together won't be easy, I'm kind of stupid and I'm going to ruin things…a lot. But I'm trying to be better for you. I'm trying."

He pouts. And yeah, okay. It maybe is a little bit childish but he doesn't know what else to do. He really wants to cry but he's been told he's not a pretty crier and he's scared Logan might run. Logan always lets him have his way when he pouts.

Logan is unmoved. He takes a few deep breaths and throws his head back staring at the ceiling. "I hate you." He breathes.

Alright, the tears are coming. It hurts James in ways he's never known.

"I hate that you can do this to me." Logan confesses, voice barely above a whisper. "You know I love you and you push me until I can't think straight."

The relief is so sudden and overwhelming that James pulls Logan into his arms. "I love it that you can't think straight." He smiles, hands trailing down Logan's back and resting at his hips. He places fervent kisses to Logan's hairline, breathing him in. Logan chuckles in his arms but pulls away slightly so they are face to face.

"No more lies."

James shakes his head wildly. "No more lies." He hugs Logan tight. Fear and doubt crept back inside him. His voice was small when he asked, "Help me face this?"

"Okay." Logan murmurs into James' shoulder, overwhelmed by James, his scent assaulting his nostrils, his hands on Logan's back, everything James. And really, none of this was fair. How is one to hang onto their sanity in the presence of James? "Don't make me regret this."

"Good. You're still here." At Gustavo's voice, Logan pulls away. James keeps a hand on Logan's back and holds him close.

Gustavo looked between them with the tiniest hint of a smile. "There's nothing I can do about the news hitting the press at this point but we can deny all we want. The girls' name is Chelsea, ring a bell?" He looked straight at James.

"Uh, no?" James looked at Logan, bracing for judgment. Logan only rolled his eyes.

"Well, her lawyers are out for blood. I say we settle out of court if it is indeed yours." Gustavo stalled, possibly waiting for James to deny the allegations. "Alright, well, I can ask Kelly to set up a meeting for tomorrow. Talk it through with her people. You sure we can't deny this, James?" He asked again, hopeful.

"How pregnant is she?" James asked. He frowned when Logan stiffened beside him.

"Pregnancy is a binary state, James. You either are or you aren't." Logan lashed out.

"That's not what I-" Logan shook his head. He obviously understood. The frustration got to him.

"Well, she's actually had the baby. Pre mature, I think. Two weeks old now." Gustavo offered. Logan raised an eyebrow at him ready to ask why they're only now being informed. Gustavo shrugged. "What? I only got the news this morning."

"I think I'm going to throw up." James mumbles. He lets go of his hold on Logan. A frightening chill runs down his spine. Logan was frozen where he stood. The fact that there was a child in the world that possibly belonged to James was a terrifying thought. It wasn't jealousy. He glanced over at James. Poor child, he couldn't help but think. James is many great things. Father figure is nowhere on that list.

"Call us about the details tomorrow, Gustavo." Logan links his hand in James' and offers a reassuring smile. "The sooner the better. Do you know the baby's…?

"Girl. It's a baby girl. Let's not get too crazy. I'd rather we deny this until we get a paternity test."

The elevator reopens and Logan leads James inside. "Bye Gustavo." He says.

James clings onto the fabric of Logan's shirt unable to process the whole situation. It is only now to sink in. "Two weeks? That's…tiny, right?"

He collapsed into the wall and stared at Logan. "Who knows? Maybe she's not yours." Logan tries not to panic. James is doing that enough for the both of them.

James is turning red, a line of sweat forming on his forehead, "Whoa, James. Breathe." Logan closes in on him, hands grasped tight around the collar of his shirt, "You can deal with it, okay? You'll be fine."

"What about us?" James whispers.

It warms Logan's heart that, despite the ridiculous situation James has found himself in, Logan is still at the forefront of his mind.

He leans in for a soft kiss. "We'll be fine. I'll be here for you, okay?"

"Promise?" James holds out his pinky. Logan smiles, holding back a chuckle. He links his finger in James.

"Promise."