A/N—Reminder that I don't own these characters and that all credit goes to the creators of "Big Time Rush."

Just a huge thank you to everyone reading this. I'm glad you all enjoyed Hangman haha.

Though James repeatedly tried to stay, Logan sent him home just before "Jeopardy!" with the promise that he was feeling a little better and would call if he needed anything. James still wasn't convinced, not wanting to leave his sick best friend to fend for himself, but Logan weakly pushed him out the door while swearing all he was going to do was sleep. After his show, of course.

James headed down to his car with a sigh, hating to leave Logan because even though he knew his worries were silly, the thought of anything happening to Logan terrified him. Sure, Logan would move on without him, but Logan also had a boyfriend to take care of him. Who did James have?

Rush.

The word seemed to come from nowhere, bringing feelings with it that were both a relief and a curse. He'd hardly thought about Rush from the moment Kendall sat next to him in that auditorium; between their...whatever that had been...and Logan's illness, there hadn't been much room in James' brain for anything else. Now he realized that he did have someone, at least sort of. But what good did it do him when they were never going to meet? Rush wouldn't check in on him, wouldn't make sure he was taken care of and ate well and that he went to bed at a decent hour. Nobody cared about him the way Logan did.

Then again, Logan didn't make him want to come with just a few words on a screen, either. What was that? And why couldn't he wait to get home suddenly in hopes it would happen again?

It was almost eight by the time Rush showed up. James had sent one last text to Logan to make sure he was okay, then tried to put the worry out of his mind and focus on Rush. A distraction was exactly what he needed.

Rusherone: You there?

Kingofdiamonds: I'm here. And going insane, talk to me.

Rusherone: What's wrong?

Kingofdiamonds: Just a lot on my mind and I really need a distraction.

Rusherone: Want to talk about it?

Kingofdiamonds: Nope. How was your day?

Rusherone: It was...interesting. Had its good and bad points. I also spent half the day horny and that's new for me.

Kingofdiamonds: Because of me?

Rusherone: Partly.

Kingofdiamonds: Thank god, because I'm feeling the same way.

Rusherone: Things going okay with your buddy?

Kingofdiamonds: We're actually doing great. I'm still attracted to his boyfriend, though, and that's getting worse. I don't know how to fight it.

Rusherone: Use me.

A soft whine erupted from James' throat. Just like that, he was hard again.

Kingofdiamonds: I'm going crazy. I've never felt like this before, I have so many sexual feelings and there's no way to get it all out.

Rusherone: I'm in the same boat. The guy I'm seeing wants to take things slow and I totally get that, but in the meantime I'm having to keep my urges inside and I just want to fuck something so hard. Is that wrong?

Kingofdiamonds: I don't know. I don't know what to think about anything anymore. I just know that I need to experience sex soon or I'm gonna blow.

Rusherone: That might be fun. :P

Kingofdiamonds: Fuck, don't even tease me right now, I am so turned on.

Rusherone: So am I. If you were here right now, would you blow me?

Kingofdiamonds: I'd do anything I could get away with.

Rusherone: Right now, that's everything.

James groaned, again picturing Kendall and hating himself for it. He had to stop this, it wasn't right to picture your best friend's boyfriend when you beat off.

Kingofdiamonds: Please answer one question for me. Just one that won't give away your identity but I think will help me.

Rusherone: What do you want to know?

Kingofdiamonds: Your hair is dark, right? Like black or brown?

Rusherone: It's blond. Does that help? Are you just trying to picture me?

FUCK. Dammit, that wasn't going to help. Fuck Knight for this, for being so damn hot.

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah.

Rusherone: I don't suppose you're blond, too?

Kingofdiamonds: No. And that's all I'm comfortable sharing about my appearance.

Rusherone: I understand. Are you hard?

Kingofdiamonds: I'm about to get naked. Because you might be the hottest fucking thing I've ever known.

Outside of Kendall. I wish you two would stop blurring in my head. James forced Kendall out of his mind, only to have that fail when Rush answered.

Rusherone: Do it. Do it with me.

"Fuck!" This time James yelled it out loud, body quaking with need.

Kingofdiamonds: Are we crazy?

Rusherone: Do you really care right now?

Kingofdiamonds: Right now all I care about is getting off.

Rusherone: I'm down to boxers. Where are you?

James licked his lips, hardly able to breathe. He caught up quickly, then went the next step because he needed Rush to so badly.

Kingofdiamonds: You're slacking.

Rusherone: Oh hell, are you naked?

Kingofdiamonds: Why aren't you?

It was another minute before Rush replied.

Rusherone: Done. This is weird.

Kingofdiamonds: Want to stop?

Rusherone: No. I want to keep going until we come together.

Kingofdiamonds: I'm already halfway there.

Rusherone: Have you been going at it?

Kingofdiamonds: No, this is all without even touching myself. It's what you do to me.

Rusherone: That's so hot. You do the same for me, just so you know.

Kingofdiamonds: It helps me feel less weird about all of this. Do something.

Rusherone: Like what?

Kingofdiamonds: Anything. Just do something and then tell me about it.

Rusherone: I just stroked myself a few times. It felt fantastic.

Oh god. There went the image of Kendall in his brain, doing just that and making sounds that...

Kingofdiamonds: My head's about to explode.

Rusherone: Wasn't that the whole point of this? :P

Kingofdiamonds: Don't make me laugh, you'll kill the mood.

Rusherone: Sorry. Your turn.

James took a deep, calming breath; it didn't really help. He closed his eyes and stroked himself, picturing Kendall watching him from across the room. Kendall's face was hungry, predatory, and Kendall wanted nothing but to bend him over and fuck him.

Kingofdiamonds: I'm close. I'm embarrassed to admit that, but I've never been so turned on.

Rusherone: Neither have I. Tell me what you did.

Kingofdiamonds: I jerked it a few times while imagining you watching me.

Rusherone: How did I look?

Kingofdiamonds: Hungry. Like you wanted to fuck me.

Rusherone: I do.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" James moaned. His hand was busy now, muscles tightening as his orgasm closed in. He used one hand to type as fast as he was able.

Kingofdiamonds: how would you?

The answer didn't come right away, making James think Rush was having the same problem on his end.

Rusherone: hard. fast

Kingofdiamonds: i'd scream

Rusherone: scream louder

Kingofdiamonds: come all over the wall

There was nothing for a long minute. James tried to hold on, but he was busy picturing Kendall going over the edge and that made it more difficult.

Rusherone: Do it.

Kingofdiamonds: did you

Rusherone: Yes. Fucking come for me. Hard.

That was all it took. James turned in the kitchen chair, aiming away from the laptop, and let go with a yell he tried to muffle while his body spasmed in ecstasy. "Oh god," he managed, out of breath and shaky. "Oh my god." He used his arm to wipe a sheen of sweat off his forehead, then reached for a napkin and cleaned up.

Kingofdiamonds: Holy fucking shit, dude.

Rusherone: That was the best orgasm I've ever had.

Kingofdiamonds: Same. What the fuck did we just do?

Rusherone: I don't know. But it felt good.

Kingofdiamonds: That is so not an adequate word for what that felt like.

Rusherone: I needed that. Thank you.

Kingofdiamonds: So did I. I'm still trying to catch my breath.

Rusherone: Me too. Where does this leave us?

Kingofdiamonds: I have no idea. I mean, I'm doing nothing wrong, but you're dating someone.

Rusherone: I know. We agreed to keep it casual though, so...I still feel guilty.

Kingofdiamonds: You shouldn't. He's not your boyfriend.

Rusherone: I guess. If I wasn't in such a hurry for sex, I wouldn't be having this problem.

Kingofdiamonds: You can't help that.

Rusherone: But he should be worth the wait.

Kingofdiamonds: Is he not?

Rusherone: He is. I'm just experiencing so many feelings for the first time and I don't know how to contain them all. Today was rough, I was literally having to hide a boner at work. In a crowd of people. What's wrong with me?

Kingofdiamonds: My buddy would probably say it's normal at our age, that we're going through our sexual peak or something. I feel like all it takes is a look from a hot guy and I'm on edge.

Rusherone: Exactly! How do I rein in my dick?

Kingofdiamonds: If you figure that out, let me know. In my case, I think staying away from my buddy's boyfriend will help a lot. He's what usually sets me off. It's like he knows how to wind me up.

Rusherone: I know what you mean. Maybe I should stay away from the hot guy at my work, too. That won't be easy, but I think as long as we aren't alone I should be okay.

Kingofdiamonds: Yeah, try that. I'll do the same. Actually, would you be mad if I logged off? I need to check on someone.

Rusherone: As long as it's not because I chased you away or anything.

Kingofdiamonds: No, I swear! It's the opposite, I can't wait to come home tomorrow night and do this again. If you want to.

Rusherone: I definitely want to. Just not sure I should. But you're okay with what happened? You're not running away?

Kingofdiamonds: Hell no. I feel more relaxed than I have since...I actually don't know if I've ever felt this relaxed.

Rusherone: Mutual. I'm ready to sleep myself. Thanks for tonight.

Kingofdiamonds: You, too. Dream of me. ;)

Rusherone: Who says I don't anyway? ;)

Rusherone has left the chat.

James sighed, a smile gracing his lips. He already missed Rush. Not even just for the sex, but because he felt less alone when talking to him.

He needed Logan.

After a visit to the bathroom, James put a call through on speaker while picking up his discarded clothing.

"How am I supposed to get rest when you keep calling?"

"I've called you once, relax."

"Liar, I ignored two phone calls before answering this one."

James paused with his shirt halfway over his head. "That wasn't me."

"It wasn't?" The sound of sheets rustling came through as Logan sat up. "Hang on." James was mostly dressed by the time Logan spoke again. "It was Kendall. He called twice just now. I assumed it was you and ignored it."

And wow, if that wasn't a slap in the face. Though he wanted to lash out, James fought hard to answer in a civil tone. "Well, I don't want to keep you. Call me if you need anything."

"You know I will. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Sure."

"Night, James."

James couldn't bring himself to reply. He disconnected the call and sank into the nearest chair, trying not to let feelings overwhelm him. The darkness was calling and once it sucked you in, there was little hope of escape.

Kendall shut down his laptop and walked naked into his bedroom, hoping that the reason Logan hadn't answered was because he was asleep. His own feelings were a jumbled mess and he just needed to hear Logan's voice.

King tumbled around in his brain as he laid down, and of course it was still Diamond he was picturing. Somehow that made it all feel wrong. Was he doing anything wrong? Logan didn't want serious. At least not yet. Logan couldn't handle things moving too fast. And with King, things had moved at the speed of light. Almost before Kendall really knew what was happening. It had been the same with James earlier, in that auditorium. One second they were playing an innocent child's game, the next they were fucking each other through wordplay.

I need to stay away from him. He's dangerous. And it's just a game to him. He's probably laughing at the way I got wound up, thinking it's hilarious. Fuck you, Diamond. I have enough going on, I don't need your shit.

What he needed was Logan.

His phone rang, startling him. He reached for it with relief. "Hey, I'm sorry, did I wake you? I was just checking on you."

"I don't mind," Logan replied, and he sounded horrible. "I've been sleeping most of the day anyway."

"How are you feeling?"

"A little better. My temperature's almost back to normal and I'm not nauseous anymore."

"That's great. Did you get anything to eat?"

"Yeah, James made me soup. Not as good as mine, but it worked. I think sleep is the best medicine for something like this."

"Should I let you go?"

"Can we talk for a few minutes first?"

"Of course we can," Kendall smiled. "I missed you today."

"You hardly see me at work anyway."

"Still, I like knowing you're near. And I think having you at the meeting would've made it better."

"James told me you guys played Hangman?"

Kendall bit his lip. Just what had James told him? Had it all been a ploy to get Kendall to do something that James could ruin him with? "It was better than paying attention."

"That's what James says, too," Logan laughed, then coughed for a few seconds. "Sorry."

"It's okay, don't be sorry. What else did James say?"

"That I could probably beat you at the game."

"Oh, did he now?" The competitor in Kendall reared its head. "He's a little shit, you know that?"

"I've known that from day one."

"But you keep him around."

"Yes, because he's my little shit. And he brings me soup and crackers when I'm sick." Logan paused. "I know you don't understand it. Nobody does. But he's a good person on the inside."

"I know," Kendall admitted reluctantly. "I saw it today when he was worried about you. He cares so much for you, Logan."

"He does. And that's why I can't just...let go. It's a lot to accept, what James and I have. But I don't want you to ever think you aren't important to me. I wouldn't have gone out with you if you weren't."

Kendall grinned. "We still on for Saturday?"

"Of course we are. What do you want to do?"

"I'm not picky. I probably won't be up for anything too active after the game. Even though I'm not playing, it takes a lot of mental energy to coach."

"I'm sure. I'm good with something simple like dinner."

"Well, you did promise to cook for me."

"So I did. Any requests?"

"Anything you want. And hey, if you aren't feeling up to it by then, we can reschedule. You're worth the wait."

"That means a lot, Kendall. Thank you. I should be fine, though. I'm gonna try to make it to work tomorrow."

"Do I need to send James over there to tie you down? Because I think he'd side with me on this and say take the day off."

"God, it was bad enough when I had one of you on my ass. Now I have deal with two of you?"

"Be careful what you wish for, cutie."

"Cutie? That's new."

"It fits. Seriously, though, I think you should just stay home and rest."

"We'll see. Thanks for calling."

"I was worried. Today's been...a really strange day."

"Yeah, it has. See you tomorrow?"

"Not if you stay home. Which I'd rather."

"I'll see you tomorrow," Logan said firmly.

"So...can I get James' number?"

"What? Why would you need that?"

"So I can warn him that he needs to be there to tie you down in the morning."

"Kendall," Logan laughed. "Stop it. I'll be fine."

"You know that if you show up and you're still sick we're both going to force you back home."

There wasn't an answer right away. "You know...as annoying as you both are, I'm really glad you came into my life."

"So am I. Take care of yourself, okay? Promise me?"

"I promise. And even if I don't, you can rest assured that James will."

"Well, at least he's got that going for him."

"He's got a lot. See you tomorrow, Kendall."

"Goodnight."

Kendall settled back into bed, heart warm from the conversation. He'd come back to this place looking for purpose. He'd found that, and romance as well. In some way, he'd even found sex.

Was King lying in bed right now thinking of him? Was King hard and taking care of the problem right this second?

Without planning to, Kendall closed his eyes and imagined it. As always, it was James he saw. James staring back at him and begging to be touched, begging to be...what was it?

Bent over and fucked.

He hissed in a breath, hand going under the sheet to take care of himself again. It was ridiculous how easily he was turned on these days.

Maybe that was just part of growing up. Maybe that would pass.

As Kendall moaned softly from his own touch, he wondered if that would be a good or a bad thing.