James laid on his bed, leg propped up by pillows, and a bottle of Advil on his nightstand. He was playing Xbox, blowing up buildings and stealing cars. He sighed, not having much fun. He'd been in his room for a week and a half, and he was getting tried of it. Sitting the game controller down, he laid his head back, starting to think about his doctor. He'd dreamed about Logan every night since he'd gotten home from the hospital, which lead to stained boxers and more laundry that he had to hide in the bottom of the hamper.

He laid his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and relaxing. He let his mind wander on Logan. His eyes, skin, magic hands, and those soft, plush lips. He loved the feel of their lips pressing together, a slide of a tongue across his own. He wanted it again. He bit his lip, feeling his growing erection press against his sweatpants.

He character in the video game got shot, and the controller sat in his lap vibrated. James gasped, moving the controller and turning off the game. He looked around; his door was fully closed, window cracked open for fresh air.

"No one's gonna hear me." he thought, cupping himself through his sweatpants, hips rocking at the contact.

He teased himself, then when he felt precome drip down his length, he lifted his hips and pulled down his pants down to his thighs. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he pumped slowly, laying his head back. His breathing became heavy, and his hand sped up, fantisizing about pushing that lab coat off Logan's shoulders, undressing him, seeing all that creamy skin come into view.

"Fuck." he muttered under his breath, flicking his wrist everytime he reached the head of his dick, squeezing slightly.

He felt the heat pooling his lower abdomen; balls tightening up, orgasm building quickly. He thought of Logan on top of him, riding his cock in that exam room, screaming for him to go faster with rough bounces.

James groaned loudly; mouth open, head thrown back, Logan's name on his lips as he came, spurts of his seed covering his hand. His heart raced, hand still moving lazily up and down his cock, hips bucking. Once his breathing regulated, he stopped his hand, grabbing the tissue box from his nightstand and cleaned himself up. He fixed his sweatpants, making a small noise as fabric slid across oversensitive flesh.

He only realized an hour later that in four days, he'd been seeing Logan again.