An almost familiar deed.
If it weren't for the insufferable blonde racing through Logan's head, with his sparkling emerald eyes and distinct presence … NO! The blonde currently occupying his mind was simply a confused prick who fell for a hooker. Nothing more.
And he was not the only reason for Logan to suddenly lose the urge and the feeling of the moment like this; surprisingly, it was the taller teen himself.
Logan immediately clutched the sheets tight as the realization of the moment started to wear in on him; he was not ready to do this at all. Sure, the boy was cute … damn, cute was an understatement. This boy was hot; this boy was beyond hot. He was scorchingly sexy that he left charred remains were normalness had been from his looks alone.
But from the moment he stared talking to the brunette at the bar, Logan could absolutely swear there was something absolutely familiar about him. Maybe it was alcohol glasses or all his frustration, but it only seemed minor at first.
Until the taller teen stripped down.
This was James.
James Diamond.
This was James Diamond of the hit, pop-music boy band that was currently conquering the charts, called, "Big Time Rush."
This was James Diamond who had recently been caught by US magazine feeling up Katy Perry behind the red carpet.
This was the James Diamond that had called Justin Bieber, 'the best damn lesbian alive,' and referred to Lady Gaga, as that, 'that sexy tranny.'
This was James Diamond, the wild and raunchy half of Big Time Rush. This was James Diamond, The other member with Kendall Knight.
Fuck. Kendall Knight. And again the brunette was lead back full circle with the thing he had been desperately been avoiding all night long.
Which was how they got here, with the shorter boy clenching the white sheets tight to his body while the taller teen was slowly sucking on Logan's neck to get his attention.
"What is it Logi-," James started, slowly placing one arm around Logan's shoulders.
"PLEASE!," Logan interrupted, before pushing James arm away from himself, "Don't call me that."
"Are you okay Logan?" the tanned boy asked cautiously, pulling away ever so slightly.
"No. Not really. I Just … I need to go," the shorter teen said, yanking himself out of his spot on the bed, pushing James off in the process.
"What? Was it something I did?"
"No, it's not you it, it's just,"
"Let me guess, it's not you, it's me; I've said that a million times, so at least come up with something new."
"Look, you're very good looking, it's just, I'm not ready for this and ... and neither are you. You don't know what you're getting yourself into by doing this with me. You just-,"
"I do though," James responded before sitting up on the ruffled sheets, "I know that you're sexy and I know that you were willing. And I know that I was too. And I know that I'm just as hot."
"You sound like a real douche bag right now," the brunette accidently said, starting to crack from the smile that the taller boy was shining at him, "Look, it's just, I really don't feel comfortable."
"Why?"
"Um, if you haven't noticed your James Diamond, and you're famous, and I thought you were straight, and you're a bit of a man whore, and … and … some other things."
"Ouch, that actually kinda hurt-,"
"It was true."
"The truth hurts Logi.." James stopped when he saw Logan's eyes flair, "Logan. The truth hurts."
"There's just a lot right now and I'm not ready to do this with you and so, I just, I hope you understand,"
"I don't understand shit but I like you enough not to try anything else,"
"That's the sweetest thing you've said to me so far."
"Well you know what they say; I'm a bit of a charmer."
"No, all I've heard about you is that you're an ass-hat,"
"I resent that,"
"You represent that,"
"I hate you, you know that," James shouted, throwing a pillow at the standing brunette who quickly dodged it before they both started laughing.
Both boys stayed in their respective positions in silence for a while, shifting and playing with different things in signs of boredom, so as not to have to go to the next step that the conversation would inevitably take.
But after long enough, Logan could no longer wait; all he wanted was to be anywhere but there in that stale situation.
"So … um, this is awkward, but um … can you sorta, well … if it's possible, could you, um," the shorter teen broke the silence, but stumbled through his words, embarrassed at his request.
"What?" James responded, a hint of frustration highlighting his voice at the very tips.
"It's just … okay I'm just gonna cut the shi… iz and come out and say it," Logan exclaimed before throwing himself onto the pristine white couch on the left wall, "it's like midnight and I really don't want to take the bus home. Or a cab. So …."
"So you want me to take you home?" James questioned, swinging his legs out from where they were on the bed and placing his feet on the solid ground.
"Yeah," the brunette finally spit out, not looking the other boy in the eyes; instead he was looking at the ground, his arm above his head with his hand wrapped around the back of his neck. This was just all so embarrassing. He was above nothing …. But this just seemed cruel to ask of now. He was asking the boy he'd just rejected and made fun of to take him home; he could see a million ways this could go wrong.
"Crap," the taller boy finally breathed out, "so you're gonna make me put my pants on after all."
Logan finally looked up with a grin that matched the other boy's as the taller teen got up from the bed and started fumbling around, searching for his jeans. Quickly, both boys started to change as fast as they could, with Logan pulling his plaid shorts up as fast as he possibly could and James putting his ensemble back on as quickly as possible.
Well, as quickly as you can slip a skin tight purple v-neck and an even tighter blue leather jacket on; Logan didn't want to particularly admit it, but he was even hotter with clothes on.
Then again, there was a boy that could eclipse James's level of sexiness in Logan's eyes.
But now was not the time to think about him or his dirty blonde hair and …. Immediately Logan caught himself before he thought about him anymore. There was no thinking about James's fellow band member; there was no even acknowledging his existence.
Right now, Kendall Knight was just a boy in a band that Logan would never meet. Again at least; He'd be sure of it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of internal war over the current unspeakable subject, the smaller brunette turned and saw the tanned teen pulling his boot up over his skinny jeans.
Quickly, Logan jumped up, deciding they were ready to go, but instead of making his way for the door, James started fumbling in his pockets searching for something unknown to the shorter boy.
"What the friggs taking so long?" Logan questioned, visibly frustrated that he still hadn't left yet; was it that wrong of him to want to escape the extreme awkwardness of this moment?
"Calm your ass," James called back, locating the mysterious thing that he had been searching for through his jean pockets, "This is important."
"Combing your hair?" The brunette questioned, giving James a strange look as he examined the taller boy.
"It's the most important part of all Mr. Bossy pants," The taller teen responded, winking at Logan through the mirror while running the object through his locks, "If your hair doesn't look good, you don't look good. You're hair represents you. In a way, you are your hair."
"Isn't that a Lady Gaga song?" Logan retorted, still annoyed at the detour from getting home.
"YES!" James hollered back with a wide smile, "And it's my favorite song off the whole album and if you talk bad about it at all I swear to god I'll beat your ass."
"Ooh,violence," The shorter teen responded with his hands held up in the air, "Not very Gaga-y of you to bully me now is it?"
"Its not bullying if …. Well …. Fuck, you win ass and speaking of which I'm working pretty hard to not have gotten any so try not to bitch too much."
"Gotten any what?"
"Gotten any ass… from you …. and I'm working hard so calm down on the judgmental bitch thing, kay?" James finished, jamming the comb down into his denim pocket.
"Fine," the brunette huffed out, crossing his arms, "Take your time."
"I'm happy that you feel that way," the tanned teen responded with a devious grin, "but I'm ready to go slow poke, so come on."
"Ha. Ha." Logan responded in a monotonous voice, before hopping up from his spot on the bed and rushing out of the door.
They did their best not to knock anything in the long hallway over, avoiding the numerous tables with vases or flowers as they sprinted across the hall. Logan was at first tempted to take the stairs down from the fifth floor of the complex, but James grabbed his arm and pulled him into the half full elevator.
The lobby was a different challenge, with both of them doing their best to avoid the dozens of guests and luggage cases cluttering the floor, but they finally got through and made an a-line for the car.
With a renewed excitement, they raced to the sparkling car, swinging the doors open and getting in as fast as humanly possible. On impulse, Logan started to grab for the seatbelt but as soon as he wrapped his hands against the material, the other teen in the car slammed his foot against the gas, zooming out of the dark parking spot.
The drive was stiff, with neither daring a word except for Logan quietly listing out directions to his apartment complex and as soon as they pulled up, the anxiousness that Logan had had finally taken over.
Not thinking about what he had brought or what he had on, he got out of the car as fast as he could, slamming the door shut and racing forward, muffling James's loud 'bye.'
Finally after what felt like an eternity, the shorter teen finally got up to his room and panting, pushed the key into the lock, but before he could do anything else, Carlos had the door open and ready.
"Oh My God!" Carlos exclaimed with a smile, "Im so insanely happy your here LoLo! I missed you so much .. I just … Im so happy your home!"
The latin boy scurried out the door and wrapped his arms around the stiff still Logan, bringing the brunette in as close as possible for a warm hug. For a moment, the short teen resisted, but he couldn't stop himself and gave into hugging his younger brother back, making the warm moment even better.
"Yeah, Im glad to be home too buddy," Logan responded in a quiet tone, "So I'm figuring you missed me tonight?"
"Well, Yes!" Carlos shouted, still giddily pacing at his own excitement, "Jenny and Laura aren't here to keep me company and you know how much I hate to be alone and-,"
"It's okay Carlos, you don't have to explain yourself," Logan said, plopping himself down on the worn couch they had, "I'm really glad to be back too. Especially cause it makes you so happy!"
"It truly does," the younger boy responded, grabbing the remote and walking over to fridge, "but can I get you anything?"
"Nahh," the brunette responded, slipping his tennis shoes off and making himself comfortable on the couch.
"Well, I'm gonna make popcorn anyways, okay?"
"Do whatever you want bro, it's not like I'm going anywhere."
"Kay, well, um … Kay, Im gonna make that popcorn now!" the Latin boy replied, practically hopping into the kitchen and slamming things open and shut in his quest to make a midnight snack.
Logan had a lot to reflect on while on the couch alone though, like the fact that for the first time in his entire career he couldn't go through with sex. If he even listed the things he'd done or who he'd done them with, the fact that he'd say no to anything was shocking.
The minute you can say you let four soccer moms peg you with strap-ons for two hundred dollars was the moment you could say that you've done everything. So turning down an actual hot guy was more than surprising; it dared to defy logic. Logan's only argument was that he wasn't gay, but even that didn't sit right.
Lately he'd been having different feelings, he'd been more and more conflicted and he wasn't sure why … or he was and he was afraid to admit it. Desperately afraid to admit that a certain blonde with a certain pair of green eyes was making him question his self proclaimed asexuality.
Lost in thought, he completely missed the door knock or Carlos shouting for him to go and get it for him and after that he missed the Latin boy taking the bowl of popcorn with him to just get it himself. What finally caught his attention was the loud crash of plastic to the floor and the rolling waves of white and yellow kernels slowly spreading across the ground.
Quickly, the brunette turned around to see an all too familiar face in the doorway, giving him a small grin while Carlos clutched his chest.
"Hi," the tall boy in the doorway finally said, looking at both boys, "you kinda left this with me tonight."
Carlos took one last look before his eyes fluttered to the back of his head and he started to tip backwards, with the tanned teen catching him in an instant. That was the first time James met Carlos; it would not be the last.
Author's Note: I'm not exactly sure what to say to you all. I guess the best I can do is I'm so incredibly sorry. I know this took forever and it wasn't fair of me to take so long, but I lost my inspiration. For a long time I tried desperately to get it back, but it took forever. It wasn't till the amazing ShadowCaller and AllAboardTheKoganShip helped me to find what made me choose to continue this story in the first place. Them, and you all. Thank you for your loyalty and support, it means the world. Luv Ya. XoXo.