Runaway Baby

a/n: From an anonymous prompt on Tumblr, "Jagan: James and Logan try to have their first kiss."

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Not all relationships start with a kiss. Some start with a confession. And a return of affections. And excitement. And one person leans in for a kiss. And the other person panics and runs away.

He actually ran away. Logan had never been more embarrassed in his life…

James had gone to kiss him, touched Logan's face and leaned down to kiss him, and Logan had practically tripped over himself backing away, turning and running as fast as he could to the bathroom, where he promptly slammed the door and locked it.

Now, seconds later, he was sitting on the linoleum, hitting himself softly in the forehead with the heel of his hand, muttering, "Stupid, stupid, stupid…" The soft thump that reverberated in his skull from the motion was echoed on the door, followed by James' voice.

"Logan? Dude? You… okay?" Logan swallowed. What was he supposed to say after that? After he'd thoroughly humiliated himself in front of his best friend. His… well, the guy he liked? The guy who liked him? How did he even define them anymore? This situation just kept getting worse…

The doorknob shook and Logan looked up at it again. "H—hold on," he finally said, and got to his feet. He eyed the door warily, and eventually unlocked it. It was another few seconds of hesitation before he actually opened it and was met with a very concerned-looking James standing on the other side. "Hey…" he said, his gaze dropping slowly away and he kicked at the ground a little before turning and going to sit on the edge of the bathtub and fiddle with his thumbs. He was probably red as hell.

James was on his knees in front of Logan in seconds, sitting back on his heels and looking up at him with raised eyebrows and big eyes. "Logan, are you okay? Are you sick?" he asked, one hand setting affectionately around Logan's ankle as he went to touch his hands with the other. Logan watched James' fingers curl in with his own and he tensed a little, unsure.

"No…" he answered, but still didn't quite look at James, although he was clearly trying to get Logan's attention.

"Then what?"

Logan cleared his throat awkwardly. "You, uhm… you tried to… kiss me?" He hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but he apparently couldn't quite control his tone.

James' hand stilled over Logan's, but finally just slipped in between them to hold one. "…you said you liked me, though…" he said, sounding a little sad.

"I do!" Logan clarified immediately, looking up quickly and finally eye contact with James for the first time since he'd run off. "It's just… I've never kissed a guy before. Or… been kissed by a… guy." And his voice dissolved into timidity again and he slouched a little, wrapping his fingers around James' a little tighter.

James huffed, though, sounding annoyed, and Logan frowned. "I'm not a guy, Logan!" he countered and Logan's eyebrows shot up. James rolled his eyes and added, "Well, I'm a guy, duh. But I'm not just any guy." Logan's expression changed again and he lowered his chin only to feel James lift it again gently, reconnecting their eyes. Logan's breath stopped in his mouth and his heartbeat picked up a little. "I'm me. I'm James. Remember?" James said with a small smile.

And then he sat up on his knees quickly, giving Logan no opportunity to get away this time before he kissed him tenderly and sweetly on the lips. Logan didn't breathe, scared that the air might blow the featherlight kiss away, but instead just closed his eyes and leaned into it, allowing his lips to just barely move against James'.

Quicker than it had happened, it was over and James was pulling away, leaving Logan there with closed eyes and still-held breath. When he finally did open his eyes, James was grinning at him. "Now, was that so bad?" he asked, cocksure and smug.

Logan frowned at the condescending tone and took a breath before letting go of James' hand to instead grab him by the back of the head, his fingers tangling in the hair behind James' ears, and yanked him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than before. And he really had no idea what he'd been afraid of or why he'd waited so long, because kissing James? Was extremely far from so bad.